Showing posts with label DC. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Use Their Words

"But no matter how justifiable such anger with Congress may be, we'd still like to take the chance to remind [Jeff] Jarvis and everyone else that we here in the city of Washington didn't have any part in electing the group of jokers that's playing chicken with the country's financial future -- and, in fact, they've been toying with us for years. Welcome to the club!"

- Aaron Morrissey at DCist on the trending #F**kYouWashington hashtag

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Use Your Ears: Concert Review Part 1 - Titus Andronicus

On Thursday E and I went to see Titus Andronicus at the 9:30 Club.  For those who are not up on their Civil-War-themed-indie-rock albums, Titus Andronicus recently made critical waves with 2009’s The Monitor, which ties Civil War history and Springsteen-inspired epic singalongs to lyrics about post-adolescent anxiety, rage and ennui.*  This might seem to you a jarring combination, with the ideas disparate both in aesthetics and general societal import, and that is because it is, and they are.  Execution on the Jersey natives' album isn’t perfect either: sometimes the songs feel a bit flat, and front man  Patrick Stickles' vocal stylings hover in the purposefully-grating-punk register more often than I would prefer. 

Nonetheless, the album is full of interestingly layered rhythms, catchy rock anthems and infectious energy.  Track 1, “A More Perfect Union,” is a stab at the millenial’s answer to Thunder Road (“Baby we were born to die”) and "Richard II" is an uptempo barroom ballad built on pure hatred for its subject ("And at the end of the day, to whatever extent that you hate yourself, it isn't enough").



Live, the band's energy coalesces nicely.  Each member of the now five-piece outfit has a designated dance, ranging from classic indie spasticity to restrained head bobbing to full-on headbanging.  At least one band member actually rocked his own glasses off his face during the set, which I think we can all agree is a pretty good sign.  A mosh pit of fans in front of the stage (yeah, at 9:30 Club, on a Thursday) kept those in the audience on their toes through the performance as well.

Songs were rendered admirably, though without the interesting Civil War era quotes that punctuate the album.  Singalongs were plentiful and reasonably enthusiastic, and an electric violin even made two appearances (with mixed success).  Banter was minimal, which was fine; when it did occur it was enthusiastic and grateful, which I love to see in a band.  There was a certain sense of dude-itude about the songs themselves, and no dearth of fist-pumps, but the audience was pretty well mixed gender-wise.  Plus, the band's lone female member Amy Klein was far and away the best and most energetic dancer; she totally won the night.

Verdict: Worth the $10 cab ride to get there on time.**



*Sample singalong choruses: “The enemy is everywhere,”  “You will always be a loser,” “They’re all going to be laughing at you,” “Please don’t ever leave.”
 **Though it sadly meant we had to leave the delicious Taqueria DF, where we were helping our good friend Mae celebrate two very exciting personal milestones, before the flan arrived.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

I was dancing in the 9:30 Club Bar

A few months ago, E won tickets from Prince of Petworth to see Jonathan Richman at the 9:30 Club.  I was not familiar with him, though I had heard a bit about the Modern Lovers and as PoP pointed out, Richman's bio is pretty amazing.

The show was great fun.  Richman cultivates a guileless stage presence, but he's just self-aware enough in concert that he's endearing rather than annoying.  Sample song titles: "If You Want to Leave Our Party Just Go," "No One Was Like Vermeer," "The Lovers are Here and They're Full of Sweat" and "My Affected Accent."  My favorite might be a song in Spanish about stale bread ("Es Como El Pan"), which he sang as a means of explaining why he doesn't play older music on his tours.  He did dip into his catalog, to the delight of the audience, when he played his surprisingly catchy 1992 song "I Was Dancing In the Lesbian Bar."

I dare you not to whistle this song sometime today.


From Late Night with Conan O'Brien