Saves the Day Concert
I went to a Saves the Day concert last night with Adele and her friends from Northwestern. It was pretty fun, but I think I would have enjoyed myself more if I had more angst. Lead singer and songwriter Chris Conley writes very depressing and violent lyrics, often fantasizing about mutilating ex-girlfriends. Since Adele and I have recently become friendly after our breakup a year ago, the tone of the songs was a little out of place.
The rest of the crowd had plenty of angst which they released by pushing everyone around them. That was just annoying. It wasn't moshing, which is fun, but just shoving, which isn't fun. During the first song, this drunk guy who could have easily been a football player kept hitting from behind, trying to push me forward. When I braced myself against his shoves, he grabbed me and started shaking me, yelling that I elbowed his head. Indeed, his head had struck my elbow as he plowed into me. He asked if I wanted to fight, which I did because he was a shithead, but instead I just smiled and shook his hand. That made him feel kind of awkward, and he stopped pushing me. In fact, everyone at the concert seemed to be in a pissy mood, except Saves the Day, who bounced around the stage like pseudo-bohemian frat boys who just lost their virginity. I though emo was about being sad, not about being mean. There was this huge black dude who was standing next to me between acts who seemed friendly enough. He looked at me and said, "nice sweater". I took it as a compliment, but he might have been sarcastic because nobody else was wearing a sweater. Oh well.
The music was good, and it was cool to see Adele again. I don't think indie rock concerts are my scene.
The past few days, I've been listening to big band music. My favorite swing songs are: "It Don't Mean a Thing (If You Ain't Got That Swing)" by Duke Ellington and Rosemay Clooney, and "Sing Sing Sing" by Benny Goodman. Also, a friend is burning me a copy of Ambient Works by Aphex Twin. That makes my day.