Oct 22--Dresden Dolls Concert In Chi-Town
I don't even know where to begin to describe how Fucking Amazing the Dresden Dolls concert felt on Friday night. All of these emotions and words and thoughts and images just come flooding through my brain so fast that I can't even think straight. So this post may not even make sense to anyone who happens to read it. Maybe it will. I don't know, but I hope that at some point in your life, if you haven't felt it already, that you get this same feeling. Even if it's not from music. I hope you get it from anything. That feeling that you get from the rest of the crowd around you. The feeling you get from watching the opening act and waiting in anticipation for the band you..ve been wanting to see for months, years. That feeling you get when the MC finally introduces them and you scream like a hysterical madman. Like a teenager who just won free tickers to see Britney Spears in concert. That feeling that you get when they play the first notes of their opening song. It's like one of those times when you want to laugh and scream and cry all at once. Not a bad crying or screaming, but the good kind, Like being born again. One of those times when you can't help but to cry from the sense of release of frustration and anger and stagnation you've been feeling. When every hair on your body stands straight up and chills go shooting through your veins and out your pores and you feel like you could spontaneously combust. Like the experience of a God like force rushing through your body and paralyzing you with its extraordinary feeling that No Sound, No Music, No Words, No Anything could express. Just pure, white,joy. That makes your entire mind and soul orgasm and makes you want to scream in ecstasy. But no scream could possibly be loud enough or long enough or sharp enough to express the multitude of emotions that are coursing through you and that come crashing down on top of you like the ocean's waves in the middle of an extraordinary storm. One of those moments where you wish you could press Pause and just hold onto that moment in time, even if it meant never moving on, just because it feels so Right. More right than anything you've ever felt. But then you realize that when you wake up in the morning it will be gone and you become filled with desperation to do Anything to make it last, to keep your passion that you're feeling from climbing back into the abyss it's been hiding away in. And so you laugh and you cry and you scream and you sing and you dance all at the same time as hard as you can. Not because it makes sense, but because it makes you feel Alive. Because it makes you feel.... everything. All at once. Like a volcano of emotion and passion and fire that's been silent and was suddenly triggered into an outburst of thought and ideas and creativity and beauty and life. And That is why I love music. Why it makes me feel so alive. Why I want to spend every fucking day of my life until I..m put into my grave slaving away for it. Because I want to feel that kind of passion everyday. That kind of passion that I feel when I hear the most incredible, crazy, insane, and indescribable sounds coming out of my car stereo that I have to pull over to the side of the road just to listen to it. Or that I have to close my textbooks and just listen quietly to while I am completely enthralled by the fact that something like that was actually conceived and created by a human being. The kind of passion that I scramble out of bed to rush into. That I come home falling down exhausted from experiencing because it's consumed everything that I have. But yet it's not demanding. Because all of me that it consumes is replaced by the fire it ignites in me that for so long has been a sick, smoldering little flicker that's been struggling for air. That I almost thought wasn't even there anymore. That I felt so hungry for. So desperate for. That I searched long and hard for in the empty pages of my writing notebooks and in the bottom of my art boxes. And then... There It Was. In Chicago's Vic Theater. I Found It. And I wonder if anyone else felt that. If anyone else felt that shiver that ran through me and that electricity inside of me that was so strong that the entire fucking state of Illinois could have plugged itself into me and used me for power. I wonder if they felt it. Or if it was just another concert to them. Another thing to distract them from their lives for a few hours. Fuck the scensters, fuck the hipsters, fuck the posers and the bystanders who Don't Get It and don't feel it and would rather stand to the side looking fashionable that give way and lose their fucking minds to the joy and the experience. Who would rather watch it pass them by than climb on board and Feel it. Fuck them... I want that euphoric feeling where all of my senses become sharper and more clear. Where color becomes more that just color. Where it become more saturated and defined and beautiful and alive. Where sound becomes a living, breathing organism in and of itself. That takes on a life of its own and hypnotizes me in pure awe like a child at Disney land. Where sound and color become one. And even when you close your eyes you can see colors and images...
Ok, so now that I've gone off on that enormous tangent, explanation, revelation, whatever-the-fuck-that-was-just-now, on to the actual concert.... So this amazing guy named Sxip Shirey was MCing and him and another guy named Lord of the Yum Yum came out and did this INCREDIBLE song where Yum Yum was beatboxing and Sxip was playing a harmonica hooked up to guitar pedals for effects and then he..d stop and sing every once in awhile. OMG it was out of this world. Words cannot describe what happened on that stage. I had no idea two voices and a harmonica could make such insane sounds. The Dresden Dolls were amazing of course, I think I just covered that with the above. They also finished with a cover of "Mad World" with the Red Paintings lead singer. It was incredible rocking out going on. Amanda Palmer made insane faces throughout the entire show and Brian Viglione, the Italian Stallion, did his best to make everyone laugh. He was hilarious. The entire show was amazing but I can't think of anything else to say about it after typing this much already. And neither of us want to go on for several more hours. Anyway, pics and links to video will be coming soon!! As well as probably more rambling about the show and how much I Fucking Worship the Dolls. But that's it for now.
I don't even know where to begin to describe how Fucking Amazing the Dresden Dolls concert felt on Friday night. All of these emotions and words and thoughts and images just come flooding through my brain so fast that I can't even think straight. So this post may not even make sense to anyone who happens to read it. Maybe it will. I don't know, but I hope that at some point in your life, if you haven't felt it already, that you get this same feeling. Even if it's not from music. I hope you get it from anything. That feeling that you get from the rest of the crowd around you. The feeling you get from watching the opening act and waiting in anticipation for the band you..ve been wanting to see for months, years. That feeling you get when the MC finally introduces them and you scream like a hysterical madman. Like a teenager who just won free tickers to see Britney Spears in concert. That feeling that you get when they play the first notes of their opening song. It's like one of those times when you want to laugh and scream and cry all at once. Not a bad crying or screaming, but the good kind, Like being born again. One of those times when you can't help but to cry from the sense of release of frustration and anger and stagnation you've been feeling. When every hair on your body stands straight up and chills go shooting through your veins and out your pores and you feel like you could spontaneously combust. Like the experience of a God like force rushing through your body and paralyzing you with its extraordinary feeling that No Sound, No Music, No Words, No Anything could express. Just pure, white,joy. That makes your entire mind and soul orgasm and makes you want to scream in ecstasy. But no scream could possibly be loud enough or long enough or sharp enough to express the multitude of emotions that are coursing through you and that come crashing down on top of you like the ocean's waves in the middle of an extraordinary storm. One of those moments where you wish you could press Pause and just hold onto that moment in time, even if it meant never moving on, just because it feels so Right. More right than anything you've ever felt. But then you realize that when you wake up in the morning it will be gone and you become filled with desperation to do Anything to make it last, to keep your passion that you're feeling from climbing back into the abyss it's been hiding away in. And so you laugh and you cry and you scream and you sing and you dance all at the same time as hard as you can. Not because it makes sense, but because it makes you feel Alive. Because it makes you feel.... everything. All at once. Like a volcano of emotion and passion and fire that's been silent and was suddenly triggered into an outburst of thought and ideas and creativity and beauty and life. And That is why I love music. Why it makes me feel so alive. Why I want to spend every fucking day of my life until I..m put into my grave slaving away for it. Because I want to feel that kind of passion everyday. That kind of passion that I feel when I hear the most incredible, crazy, insane, and indescribable sounds coming out of my car stereo that I have to pull over to the side of the road just to listen to it. Or that I have to close my textbooks and just listen quietly to while I am completely enthralled by the fact that something like that was actually conceived and created by a human being. The kind of passion that I scramble out of bed to rush into. That I come home falling down exhausted from experiencing because it's consumed everything that I have. But yet it's not demanding. Because all of me that it consumes is replaced by the fire it ignites in me that for so long has been a sick, smoldering little flicker that's been struggling for air. That I almost thought wasn't even there anymore. That I felt so hungry for. So desperate for. That I searched long and hard for in the empty pages of my writing notebooks and in the bottom of my art boxes. And then... There It Was. In Chicago's Vic Theater. I Found It. And I wonder if anyone else felt that. If anyone else felt that shiver that ran through me and that electricity inside of me that was so strong that the entire fucking state of Illinois could have plugged itself into me and used me for power. I wonder if they felt it. Or if it was just another concert to them. Another thing to distract them from their lives for a few hours. Fuck the scensters, fuck the hipsters, fuck the posers and the bystanders who Don't Get It and don't feel it and would rather stand to the side looking fashionable that give way and lose their fucking minds to the joy and the experience. Who would rather watch it pass them by than climb on board and Feel it. Fuck them... I want that euphoric feeling where all of my senses become sharper and more clear. Where color becomes more that just color. Where it become more saturated and defined and beautiful and alive. Where sound becomes a living, breathing organism in and of itself. That takes on a life of its own and hypnotizes me in pure awe like a child at Disney land. Where sound and color become one. And even when you close your eyes you can see colors and images...
Ok, so now that I've gone off on that enormous tangent, explanation, revelation, whatever-the-fuck-that-was-just-now, on to the actual concert.... So this amazing guy named Sxip Shirey was MCing and him and another guy named Lord of the Yum Yum came out and did this INCREDIBLE song where Yum Yum was beatboxing and Sxip was playing a harmonica hooked up to guitar pedals for effects and then he..d stop and sing every once in awhile. OMG it was out of this world. Words cannot describe what happened on that stage. I had no idea two voices and a harmonica could make such insane sounds. The Dresden Dolls were amazing of course, I think I just covered that with the above. They also finished with a cover of "Mad World" with the Red Paintings lead singer. It was incredible rocking out going on. Amanda Palmer made insane faces throughout the entire show and Brian Viglione, the Italian Stallion, did his best to make everyone laugh. He was hilarious. The entire show was amazing but I can't think of anything else to say about it after typing this much already. And neither of us want to go on for several more hours. Anyway, pics and links to video will be coming soon!! As well as probably more rambling about the show and how much I Fucking Worship the Dolls. But that's it for now.