I'm sad to hear that Elliott Smith died. His music never touched me so much as his effect on other people in my life has touched me. His music was a staple in my apartment on Saturday afternoon as my (now ex-) girlfriend and I kicked back with the Guinness and the yasty treats, watching the leaves blow. I hope if you're reading this and you were a fan of his you keep his music going in your hearts and all that.
:sigh:
Okay, so I just drove back from Philly. I drove up w/Jon so we could hang a little more in DC, get coffee, sleep in. Got there with some time to spare before they did the sound check. Spent a lot of time at Electric Factory smoking cigarettes, feeling weird being in a rock club so early and not having to work, and not wanting to drink. Jon made phone calls and I fucked around on this baby grand they have backstage (the club, not the band) and spaced out while snowboarding videos played above me.
Doors opened early. The crowd was much younger than the night before. No Saul Williams to regulate with the mighty voice and mighty words. We did get Enon, though. They were pretty good but the sound in that room is really bad. Shitty actually. Surprising for such a big venue. I know the MV guy was having a time with it during the check and Enon didn't have time to check. I'd like to see 'em in a proper club.
So I got reaquainted w/this nice lady who somehow as become the spitting image of her ex-roommate/my friend's girlfriend. they've totally taken on eachother's mannerisms, right down to the same wild look in their eyes and tendency to be close talkers in your ear in a sexy way.
Saw ?uwestlove walking around. He's an awesome presence. He's a big guy and totally commands the space around him. I watched most of the show from the side of the stage, and there's a point where Jon takes the rhythm out a little while everyone keeps going, kind of a solo, but he's still rocking a beat. Dude was standing next to me during that bit checking it out pretty intently, I think taking pictures. I kept thinking how he'd die when I told him later.
The show went off. It was long, it was intense. I stand converted. There are some things I can't take too much of, sure, but for the most part they rock pretty hard.
The kids in Philly...oh man...totally had to get called out on dickheadedness. Total MTV crowdsurf scene. Bummer.
And another bummer: fuck Geno's steaks! Free Mumia motherfuckers!!!
LAter, I'm tired.
