destroy all frog eyes

okay, officially a nerd, blogging a show i saw only this evening at 2:22am. too wound up to sleep...

hanging out with undergrads, as mentioned, can be trying. today it was sort of okay, maybe great, protection against the weirdo cynicism of the stone-faced boston crowd - just total silence at the show as churned on with the dagons whom featured a boy strikingly similar to someone i knew in college, making me feel weird weird...two person garage/dream pop with no sense of dynamics and out of touch punk drumming. frog eyes, great stop start okay ya ya c'ptn beefheart (or bee fart, as my prof. says) ripoff, bass player looks like pete townsend and the keyboard player keeps a book of licks - pretty damn good, still, but as the backing band for destroyer, a little stiff, the conan-frog eyes guy a little excess for destroyer's fey, joey lawrence unicorn poet scraggly beard-'04 kind of high whine - it was just too funny, like a joke you get really late, standing there laughing hysterically in part bc i know someone who thinks this music is touching, when i think it's kind of hoaky, and isn't that great? well, the songwriting is too straightforward and in that incarnation, junk keyboards don't cut like piano, washing away any of the sorrow that lined the edges. maybe i'll like it more next time. maybe i'll like it more next time.

raced home with devendra on the stereo, what a fucking fabulous album. you can tell you're in touch with someone when they sit quitely in your car, singing along instead of talking, and you'd rather be singing too, then talking to the strangers, girls you might never meet again. then Apple O, which i misjudged, thinking it more angular than it really is - the space is nice, but there are only two truly great songs on that album.