Show Date: Oct 19, 2011
Ticket Price: $24.99 (scalped)
Sorry sports fans for the radio silence. When I’m not feeling it, nothing happens. Not every show is worth writing about. Life isn’t always worth getting work in.
This show is sold out. God, I love Portland.
ChrisT champions this band to me. A year ago he took in their MFNW 2010 set with like 35 people. While I was sweating out a Smashing Pumpkins line. Gettin’ my ’90′s character built.
ChrisT even talked to some of the members after a midnight dime walking tour of PDX. Weird shit happens at MusicFest.
So what?
I’m late to this one. Chris is wrapping his head, heart, and hands around alcohol at Cassidy’s just around the corner from the venue. The line is stretching. Streeeeeetching.
Me (entering the joint)
“Why are these people this far in line?”
ChrisT: “Because they are idiots.”
Truth.
Always tell amateur hour. If the line wraps around the corner at the Crystal? Get a beer. You ain’t getting the rail.
I’m getting lit instead.
Besides? Cassidy’s is kinda old skool cool. Not jello shot friendly. But. You know. Holds it down.
Get in. I’m pegging needles off the motherfucking meter.
Crowd inside the venue is young. Decidedly female. Certainly intoxicated. If you are young and got a little swagger to you? I’m sure copping something fresh would be easy. We’re neither young or swag, so I eavesdrop on people.
Blah blah blah shit from a group of young females. That shit is worse than a lobotomy. At all motherfucking levels. Dude behind us is way older than us. Rare. He’s evangelizing John Butler Trio. Gotta give it up for that. I tell him he is cool. ‘Cause why? He’s still livin’ on all the levels. Not dead.
Are you? Crazy raw.
Head ‘N The Heart. I know. I’m stallin’.
It is a good show. Not fire like a nuclear bomb. But very 2011. Lot of people on stage. And all that. Seems like new acts bring the quantity. Which is fine. It is a good act and musically solid. Like alot of things nowadays I think it is driven mainly by a live booking agent who kicks ass. Respect. We all ball in our own ways. And the Head And The Heart was a good hang. Even if this review doesn’t cop a set list and do a industry insider facial special.
Next. Like an Air Jordan Cement III Retro. Bitches.
Huh?
Don’t worry, we’ll get back in the zone. Where’s the Posies?
