the bands we saw last night were crazy good. i’m thinking shows in nashville probably have a kinda tightness not found anywhere else in the country. here’s a few vid-yos for you to check out right now if you haven’t heard these bands yet.
jonny corndawg: this was my favorite song from last night. here’s a version with dawes at the bowery with jonny looking like a country music rabbi
tristen: my new lady crush
and andrew combs:
i’m finally recovered from halloween out-and-abouting. i gotta say that it seemed like it was all hard work for mom and no payoff until the kiddies really got into it. AND now i get to type with one hand while the other feeds a snickers to my belly!
these first few are taken at my mom and dad’s. we came straight from the HOOT film series to my parents so darla rode 3 hours in her costume. it didn’t look too worse for the wear.
she’s a tightrope walker. see those balancing skills! maybe? inspired by this post and accepted by me as a cosmic sign from the universe b/c my favorite band in the whole entire universe has a song titled “tightrope.”
watch it!
sooooo good. ahhh, i used to say that if they invent time machines or portals that i would want to go back to woodstock but these yeasayer vincent moon sessions are really in the running. why wasn’t i in that apartment that night!!! gaaarrrrrr!!!!!!
but i digress. back to the pics of mi amor.
so, action shots were hard to get that night. we went around with the burkeybuns crew (minus working momma = sadness) and this was all i got. oh, and a boatload of candy.
adam went as paul from sgt. pepper’s lonely hearts club band and his costume was outta sight! he and darla were somewhat coordinated but you couldn’t tell through the overcoats and pieces of costume falling off all the time and kids never in the same spot for longer than 2.35 seconds. i, me, myself personally, went as a flower garden. to achieve this i put on every piece of floral patterned clothing i own and stole darla’s flower headband. it really ended up looking more like a bag lady getup. other moms were not impressed.
in short, it was fun. i think i’d do it again. maybe in about a year.
this won’t be a real concert review b/c i can’t tell you the names of the songs they sang or the intricacies of the music they played. i can only tell you there was flannel. seas of flannel.
i really only dig music for one reason alone: to shake my hair and my booty. sometimes in the same direction. sometimes in opposing directions. ahhhhwwww shake it momma.
ok, there is another reason. i like to sing along but that applies to only a certain subset of bands. i sing along in the crowd very loudly and tell myself that i’m actually better than the artist on stage. the black angels does not, however, fall into that category. neither does the dead meadow – the opening band wednesday night. both bands relied heavily on reverb and vocal echoes so i can’t even pretend that i understood any of their songs. very little of the words penetrated the aforementioned shaking of the hair. the black angels did play a song with the words “surf city” in the chorus though. i dug it. really, i enjoyed both bands quite immensely. i’ve seen the black angels at least twice before and had forgotten how good they are. i left feeling like i should follow them and every other band in the world more closely. i need to get back into my music lovership.
for the lack of detail and any actual structure, i can’t really say that i’m writing this for any real music journalist street cred. what i’m really accomplishing is publishing that “HEY, I’M A MOM AND I STILL DO COOL THINGS. I’M A PERSON TOO!” i’m sure some might be out there saying “but, Your Momness, (in my brain you all refer to me as this combination of mom and highness) you just took a 5 day jaunt to california why would you need another reprieve so soon?” well, it’s not my fault that they scheduled this tubular $5 show mere days after my return. sometimes you have to just jump at the opportunities and the offers for babysitting from friends unversed in your child’s demonic behavior. i’ve found that, at least for moi, i really need to keep up with some of my own hobbies and loves and have time out for myself to be a good mom. i’m inferior in the fact that i’m still really selfish with my time and i can’t give it all up to be devoted solely to darla. sometimes i wish i could but truthfully i think it will be in her favor in the end. I want darla to know that she can be a mom and not lose her whole, entire identity. i want her to grow up and say “my mom was an art lover, an avid reader, a music enthusiast and one hell of a booty shaker.”
so i just want to put it out there that if you are a new mom or a seasoned mom, you should know that you can still shake it if you wanna.
this segues into another recent story from my world. on our one night out in california, i was approached by a tall, handsome* **, englishman at a famous dischotheque. he offered to buy me a drink to which i immediately declined politely and told him i am married. his official response was (cue hugh grant accent) “why are you shaking your hair, then.” my response, “i’m married not dead” and excused myself from his presence. soooo, i’m also in favor of the ladies who are nuptually bound to continue shaking it.
i’m just a fan of shaking it! woooo hoooo! yeah! pretty much always have been and always will be. seriously, i was semi-famous for hair shaking in high school. this is my official disclaimer – no matter what other parameters involved in my life i will always and forever be shaking something.
what was this supposed to be about? how did i get onto this soapbox? i need to go focus on a dot on the wall and recenter. thanks for reading.
bye!
*dearest michael, he wasn’t really that handsome and the discotheque wasn’t famous. it wasn’t even a discotheque. i have my doubts as to whether he was actually english. maybe welsh. anyways, i was just trying to make you jealous so you’d remember how much you love me all the way over there. awwwwwwww. so sweet.
** he was tall.
momjeanz 