• Green Day Returns!

    21. Mai. 2009, 13:47

    So my friend's mom's client got my friend and I places at the private Z100 Green Day concert last night. This would be the first time in nearly 5 years since we had seen them. That first time, I took her to see them at Giant's Stadium. THAT was an epic show.

    We shuffled into the tiny room with 218 other people all clamoring around the stage for good places. We carved ourselves a respectable niche in the crowd, second row just a little past Billie Joe's mic, and waited. Then, finally, the show began.

    Green Day strode onto the stage (or, in Tre's case, hopping), and began playing. Their set? The entirety of their new album. I had not yet heard the new album, so I did my best when it came to singing along. Honestly, I thought I wouldn't like their new songs. Thankfully, I was proven wrong. "21st Century Breakdown" is such a great album. I am so happy I got to first hear it in it's entirety live. They played that, and "American Idiot" and "Jesus of Suburbia" for encores. I had seen the setlist, and noticed they also had "Minority" and "get ready for audibles" (aka requests) posted on there too. But they didn't happen. I was very upset (I had planned on requesting "Hoboken" by Operation Ivy). And the show was very short (in my standards, at least). Nevertheless, I had a great time. Green Day is so amazing live. I remembered how much I loved them, missed them, and how much they had influenced the music I write.


    -As soon as the music started, these two girls appeared out of nowhere and shoved my friend and I over. They were screaming. "Mike! Tre! Ohmigod, it's Billie Joe! Billie! It was my birthday yesterday! Billie! I love you!"

    This would continue for the entirety of the show. They annoyed the shit out of us, especially the one who was screaming about her birthday. I tried to shove them back. Eventually, GD paid her attention, Tre almost sang her "Happy Birthday," and she was invited up on stage to sing a small part in "Jesus of Suburbia." I was annoyed. I though BJ had pointed to me at first. Then he pulled her up. Granted, I was upset. I knew they were pulling people up on stage based on reviews of other shows. I hoped I'd get up there. Alas, Lady Luck is ne'er in my favor when it comes to these things. Oh well. So it goes.

    -BJ looked into the audience and yelled, "Who is that kid? Can you crowd surf up here?" So the kid (an 8 year old boy) crowd surfed up to the stage. BJ asked his name and where he was from (he replied "New Jersey," which evoked numerous bellows of approval from the audience). "My name is Billie," BJ said. "I'm from California, in a place called Riverdale. Kind of near LA. . ." he trailed off because the kid had no idea what he was talking about. So, he commenced to sing to him. I thought the kid would soil himself.

    -There was an incident with a rose that some other crazy fans threw up on stage. They asked BJ to read the note attached to it. He read it, broke off the stem, and placed the rest of the rose in his mouth. GD then ripped into one of their new songs (it sounds Spanish). The rose was spit out when BJ started singing, but would reappear behind his ear (before falling out) for another song.

    So all in all, it was a great show. I left it with a poster, a pick, and a vow to nevmeet GD with my friend and put myself respectfully and maturely out there for future shows of any artist.


    ps. This show was filmed, and should be up on the Z100 website very soon.

    Green Day
    21st Century Breakdown
  • My Conversation with Yula

    1. Mai. 2009, 22:03

    So today I went to see Nanuchka, who were playing at Stevens. Unfortunately, I got there towards the end of their set. So that was sad.

    Anyway, afterwards, I bought a shirt (I wanted a small, but the nice man only had mediums) and returned to my sister. My sister (who was, besides me, the youngest person there), noticed that bass goddess Yula Be'eri was conversing freely with many people.
    "I'm a pusher," she hissed, mouth full of free college brownie. "Like a drug pusher. I'm going to push you to say hi!"

    By nature, I am a very shy person when it comes to meeting people whom I absolutely adore. This is exhibited in my encounter with Debbie Harry last year, during which I gawked like a crazy person and breathed, "It's an honor!", then ran away.

    So naturally I said no.

    My sister, my "pusher," once more told me to go say hi. This continued for 5 minutes, until I said, "Fine! I'll go! But you're coming with me!"

    So I shuffled over to the merch table, and proceeded to look at Nanuchka's EPs. I went to the merch table because that's where Yula was, speaking to a random student about. . .something. Suddenly, I hear, "Missy!" I looked up and there was the nice man who sold me the shirt---a gangly, pale, long-haired blond guy with a toothy grin. "We found a small," he said. I saw Yula watching from the corner of my eye. I smiled. "Great," I said. I began to remove the other shirt from my bag, which I had stuffed in so that it would fit. "Are you sure you still want the shirt?" I asked. "After I crumpled it into my bag?" I saw Yula smile. The guy chuckled. "No no, we don't want it back," he joked. "Yea, it's fine," Yula added.
    The guy reached out, and we traded the shirts. I turned to Yula. This is what ensued (as best as memory can serve me):

    [me]-"That was a great set."
    [her]-"Thank you very much."
    -"Yeah, you know, we got here late and missed some of your set, but what we saw was great."
    -"Well thank you very much. You know, we never know how many people we'll get at these college shows. Sometimes we'll get three people!"
    -"Yea, that's tough. I got the e-mail around 10 last night and said, 'Oh my god! I have to go to this!'"
    [by this time the guitar player, whose name escapes me, entered]-"Oh, so the e-mail went out? I know some people got it and some people didn't."
    -[me]"Yea I was one ----
    [then the two of them started talking]
    -[Yula, when they were done] "Ugh, TGB [The Gay Blades]. If they go on again, I'll have to peel out of here."
    -"Yeah. Have you heard of any of these other bands?"
    -"No, just you guys."
    -"Oh, that's good."
    -"Yeah. Well, great set, and I hope to see you guys again soon!"
    -[Yula]"Oh, thanks for coming! Bye"

    So that was my conversation with Yula.

  • Of Beautiful People and Smoke Trolls

    13. Nov. 2008, 19:05

    Heart beating with excitement, butterflies fluttering haphazardly in my belly, a smattering of dulcet melodies in my ears. . .oh, yes, it could only mean one thing.

    I was on my way to a Decemberist concert.

    It was a crisp November 11 night. The wind whispered of the musical strangers gracing the Montclair soil. Bright lights blazed from a large brick theatre. Faithful myrmidons of indie gathered outside, some waiting for friends, others having a drag.

    My sister, dad and I shuffled to the Wellmont Theatre, where a friend of mine waited for me. She was new to the Decemberists'-fan-scene (as she bought a Loch Lomond CD thinking it was a Decemberists record), and a little green when it came to their songs. Nonetheless, she was as excited as I was. Bravo.

    Our little rag-tag group made it's way into the theatre. It was the first time in maybe three years or so since we'd been in there. The Wellmont was previously movie theatre before being abandoned then converted into a saintly concert hall. The inside of the theatre had a golden sheen, while Victorianesque designs twisted on the walls and ceilings. The stage was darkly lit with blue and violet lights, illuminating the smoke winding up into the air. We quickly went to the stage, carving out a respectable spot for us to stand. Once, we left (with great celerity, mind you) to bring my sister to the bathroom, during which I saw Chris Funk (in all his indie guitar-god glory) walk outside of the theatre. I tried to call his name, but no words escaped my lips. Business taken care of, we returned to our seats. With our places taken, we patiently awaited for the show to begin.

    Then, aha! A somewhat shabby group of seven people sauntered onto the stage. I recognized them as Loch Lomond, the opening band. The lead singer looked a bit like a mixture between Thurston Moore and Mr. Rogers, which I (and two people next to me) found extremely funny. The bassist had a fantastic mustache (my sister and I had seen him walking around the theatre before the show). They played their set, which was not bad, and tried to crack jokes (there was a joke about a drunk whale which I loved). I seemed to be the only person in the audience who knew them, for as I was discussing them with my friend, a boy turned to me and asked, "You know them?" Ne'ertheless, the band was great (if not a tad bit sleepy), and ended their set with my favorite, "Tic." It was a powerful performance of "Tic." Bravo, Loch Lomond, bravo.

    As the openers left the stage, every single sinew in the building seemed to tense. In a matter of minutes, the most holy of all nautical indie bands would appear and grace us with rhapsodies fine. A few men in the back of us began a slow clap, to which two young men replied, "The slow clap died in the eighties!" When my sister began clapping with the drunken men, the condemning voices shouted to her, "Don't encourage them!" She awkwardly stopped, and I couldn't help but start laughing.

    All of the sudden, ominous music boomed throughout the theatre. People clapped and whooped----the time was almost here. I braced myself. Sure enough, the Decemberists sashayed onto the stage, greeted by the traditional New Jersey salutation of screams of happiness, excitement, and a bit too much five-dollar beer.

    The Decemberists played one of their most memorable shows I have ever seen. It was fantastic. They opened with "Shanty for the Arethusa," followed by "July, July!" (which they dedicated to New Jersey, as it is about a warehouse). We were so close to the stage----about fourth row in the huddled crowd----and thouroghly enjoyed ourselves. They played many of their unpopular songs, which I thought was brilliant. They always do something different whenever I go to see them. For example, they played "Culling of the Fold," the darkly cynical tale of murdering sweethearts. This was probably my favorite moment of the show. As there is no guitar in this track, Colin was free to leap about the stage like a hyperactice indie rabbit. He reached out into the crowd, and my sister was lucky enough to come in contact with his knuckle. I was only centimeters away, but there was someone in front of me and I am such a good person that I didn't knock them over. Damn my moral values. (He did this again towards the end of the show, but instead extended his guitar to the crowd. Again, I was so close. Damn the people in front of me. Damn my moral values.) Colin continued to go about the stage, even descending from it to mix with the crowd below. My eighth grade history teacher happened to be there, and he told me Colin patted him on the back. The song concluded with Colin "hanging" himself by the wire of the microphone.

    The onstage banter is always one of the highlights of the show. The Decemberists were very funny this time around. Colin acknowledged how beautiful and clean the people of Montclair are. He and Jenny talked of the smoke troll, a conversation that came into being when Colin suggested they blow more smoke onto the stage to fix a problem (I confess, I do not recall the problem they experienced). They told us the smoke troll blows heavy amounts of the smoke onto the stage, and that they could be bought in any Apple store as the iSmoke Troll. Of course, there had to be some discussion of Barack Obama's magnificent victory in the presidential election. During "16 Military Wives," Colin coaxed the audience into shouting, "Yes, we did!" when he yelled, "Yes, we can!" The men next to me (who had originally condemned the drunkards who began the slow clap) began waving to Colin during this one song, in which he played a guitar solo. I waved with them, of course. It was a response to a certain movement he did in which he shook his hand after playing a riff. Colin laughed and explained he wasn't waving, but shaking his hand because he had noticed before that it made guitar riffs sound better.

    When the heavenly band left the stage, a group of teens in front of us began chanting, "Yes, we did!" Naturally, we joined in, as did the entire theatre. The Decemberists returned, much to the delight of everyone. Colin and John sang a Simon and Garfunkel song. The band played a few more songs, ending with "Sons & Daughters."

    Lord, I will never forget such a night. The Decemberists truly are masters of the stage, of diction, of indie music in general. They never cease to amaze me. Their shows and songs are inspirational. One always leaves the concert feeling inspired, euphoric, and a little bit smarter as well.

    Proudly, I give a standing ovation to the Decemberists, Gods of Indie.

    The Decemberists
    The Decemberists at the Wellmont Theatre
  • The World/Inferno Friendship Society and Their Return to the Homeland!

    24. Sep. 2008, 23:05


    On Friday, September 19, in Montclair, my friend and I took a fantastic voyage into the unknown. It was a dark world, with the smell of cigarettes, wine, and fifty writhing bodies who seemed to be worshipping one Jack Terricloth. On three screens above us played the German classic "M," starring Peter Lorre, backwards. My friend and I, who had tickets in row C seats 2 and 4, shuffled our way to the front of the stage, where a large group of people now gathered. A man with curly black hair, a red shirt, and an awkward gait strolled onto the stage. He introduced himself as Lucky, and told us to enjoy the show. Meanwhile, someone standing behind the rice-paper curtain spray-painted "Liar" and an arrow pointing to Lucky. The man hurried off the stage as beings behind the curtain began to spray-paint and dance. All the while, an eerie strings selection drifted into the air. My muscles tensed as the dancing ceased with the popping of a balloon. Before I knew it, someone had burst out of the curtain! Lo and behold, it was none other than Jack Terricloth!

    The show was amazing. It was one of the best concerts I've ever seen. The band opened with "Peter Lorre" and closed with "Only Anarchists Are Pretty." The music was great, Jack's voice was awesome, the little tidbits in between songs (i.e Jack's impersonation of Lorre doing "Mystery in the Air"), and the fact that Jack pointed to me and touched the tip of my friend's finger really made the entire experience magnificent. Jack was very polite and no grimace ever came to his face when excited (and possibly ever-so-slightly drunk) fans clammered onto the stage to dance with him (although he did try to push about two people off the stage, but very softly, very politely, and with a smile on his pallid face). The W/IFS is an amazing band live. I love love love love love love love love them. Words cannot describe how I felt leaving that scarlet theatre. I can only say I was inspired, and swept off my feet by a force I've never felt before.
    The World/Inferno Friendship SocietyW/IFS Return to NJ!
  • Extremely Bloody Mary, Anyone?

    12. Aug. 2008, 0:26

    Hey people of the world. Or really, New Yorkers. If you are reading this, i need to ask you one question:

    "Where Were You When the Vampires Came Out?"

    This inquiring statement has been printed on posters and put up all around the city. They caught my eye when I saw them. Have you seen them? If you have, please continue reading below. If not, but are curious, you're free to read.

    Now, if you'll notice, there is a website listed underneath this eye-catching statement. It's I checked it out and it's all about vampires integrating with humans because of a synthetic blood drink called Tru-Blood, developed by Japanese scientists. I've actually heard of Tru-Blood on the news (I think), and I'm a tad bit confused. The website seemed really serious. The videos were cheesy, but everything else seemed, well, real. I personally don't believe in vampires, but i would just like to know if the website is a joke, or serious (as in, crazy people think it's true). Does anyone know?
    Emilie AutumnRasputinaLily HolbrookHannah FuryThe World/Inferno Friendship SocietyHarry and the Potters
  • Summerstage 2008-Vampire Weekend, Kid Sister, and Born Ruffians

    15. Jun. 2008, 2:28

    screw all yous who didn't like this one. it was a kick-ass show!!!

    here's what happened:
    -my friend and i cut through the line so we ended up getting in!!!! for all those who went, please don't be pissed. you saw how long that line was. we just wanted to hear the music!!!!

    -it rained the ENTIRE time! we got soaked. when the sun finally came out (before disappearing half an hour later), everyone starting chanting, "rainbow! rainbow! rainbow!"

    -we got to the front (first time EVER i was in front!)

    -there was a security guard who, no joke, had the appearance of a vampire. he had contacts that made his eyes ice-blue, surrounded by a red ring. then he had four teeth that were elongated and shaped like fangs.

    -my friend fell in love with ezra koenig

    alright, now some music reviews:

    -Born Ruffians: alright. we didn't hear them that much cos we were too scared we were gonna get caught and were trying to keep a low profile. what i did hear i liked. very kaiser chiefs-esque (in a sense).

    -Kid Sister: i thought i wouldn't like her but i did. i loved her psycho backup dancers and how she came out with a beer. the DJ before her was a bore, though.

    -Vampire Weekend: gods. loved 'em. they have such charisma and stage presence. rostam didn't look too happy the first half of the show, but he soon lightened up. anyways, they were great and stayed in cheerful moods (even when they were getting sprayed by the rain).

    awesome show. i hope i get to see VW again! they were great!!!!
  • Me and My Shadow. . .?

    13. Mai. 2008, 23:33

    What's going on???

    Why is it that all of the sudden, I'm seeing a bunch of TERRIBLE pop stars adopt punk/indie fashion? What the hell is with that? When did they suddenly transmorgify and say, "Oh, I think I'm gonna be punk today [insert nettlesome giggle here]!" The other day, I was watching TV and I saw MILEY CYRUS (I still retain the opinion that she is indeed Lillith's daughter) wearing a black, three-row pyramid studded belt! WTF??? If they feel like "fitting in," do it with another crowd, not one who loathes every ounce of their being.

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