yesterday was the most super fun i've had in the city in as long as i can remember. although it was a rough start (post drinking blues, down in the dumps for this and that), a phonecall to mi madre and some classic kitty cuddle action helped me turn that frown upside down--or at least flatlined. once i met up with sarah and her friend at division street, however, shit began. we arrived just in time to catchy the light, upbeat summery sounds of pop duo viva voce. i recognized some older tracks (haven't heard new album yet, but hear it's supposed to be pretty dec). girly harmony sugar vox, casual worry-free guitar--it was the perfect soundtrack for sitting on a gritty, dirty curb in a nail salon parking lot while chomping on some jerk chicken kabob. it was officially, dare i say it, summer time. and i loved it.
after we snagged our obligatory $2 pbrs, it was off to the main stage for the handsome furs--who killed it, as usual. dan and alexei were up to their usual lively antics, kicking, flailing, rocking out. they stuck to their norm set list, with a new track at the end--busting out evangeline, i'm confused, legal tender, talking arbat hotel blues, etc etc. they were smiling. kissing. leaping. sweating. so fun.
stuck around for the dance party of the night, flosstradamus as the headliners of division's ball. they opened shit up a bit later than usual, but kicked it off with an interesting blend of daft punk's "around the world" and animal collective's "my girls." fucking rad. they kept it going on with some oldie 80/90 dance hits and the crowd was eating it up. i purchased a heniken silo and peer pressured my friend into stealing a used party cup we observed an old man with a mustache throw into the garbage can. she wanted sum beer. but you see, she had a cold and i was not about to get them germs. she liked it. really. we danced. boogied. got down. i love me some floss. chicago hip hop/dance party represent.
sarah and i thus parted ways as i headed down the block to my fave fave fave chi venue, empty bottle to check crocodiles and holy fuck tear shit apart. crocodiles, while they sounded pretty solid backed with their drum machine and solo guitar, gotta say failed to wow me. while i was rather intoxicated at this point, and i was def utilizing my dancing shoes, looking back on it, it was really just two severely skinny ironic hipsters, sporting sunglasses in the dark, dancing like total tools. wiggling. bending. like a stretch armstrong doll in a blender on crack. and they totally thought they were THE shit.
after holy fuck finally started, i made my way back to the bar for my $5 pbr/jim bean shot and liquid couraged up to chat with dan and alexei from handsome furs who stopped by to check the show. noone was talking to them and they were just chilling, drinking some sweet old blue ribbon. i honestly can't recall all the details of our convo, but i do remember they were the most genuinely nice people i've ever met in a band. seriously. they didn't seem uncomfortable or taken back, put off that this drunk girl with red lipstick was talking their ears off. they laughed at my dumb jokes and told me stories about the road, where they were partying in chi and about past tour dates/festival experiences. they asked if i caught the crocodiles, and i gave them my honest recap. "they were good and all, but really really faggy. who wears sunglasses in the dark? they were really faggy dancers." this got me a laugh, and i laughed as well. until i turned to my direct left and saw the two piercing glares in my direction from who else? the dudes from crocodiles. woops. i shook hands with dan and alexei, got an email address for a MoB 5 Q's feature and congratulated the crocs on a great set. these guys were not nice. i'm still not entirely sure they heard my faggy comment, and honestly i could care less if they did or not. these dudes were pretentious as shit. i made a crack about how i was still mad at them for standing me up on their free music monday date at eb when they were picked up on the faint/ladytron tour and i just got another glassy glare. oook. well, nice meeting you dudes. i got an email for another 5Qs feature, but have a suspicion that email will remain unanswered. well, good luck to you with your drum machine and wiggle moves dudes. hey, jesus mary chain called and they want their song back. gay.
after that, more holy fuck. not too knowledged about these dudes, and the whiskey nicole and i kept slurping made the remainder of the evening a bit of a blur, but i know i boogied. i recall some ms pacman interludes. the tunes were ambient, a little more cohesive than animal collective, but along the same lines of the whole experimental instrumentation sampler trend. i looked back thru some old emails and found the link to their 2007 release LP and revisitied it. i like it. i also bought a super rad tshirt with their cowboy cat. how could i pass up a pink shirt with a kitty sporting a cowboy hat that says holy fuck? i mean, cmon.
anyway. the weekend of may 29-31 has proven to be a success in jodi discovering new music. way delayed, i finally picked up doomtree's 2008 release. i am a fucking idiot. this album is the shit and i deserve the year i lacked of having it as punishment. i love me some p.o.s. dessa. sims. etc etc etc. fun shit. i also dl'd the new noisettes record which is def more listener friendly than their 07 release. less abrasive, but still packed full of delicate melodies, rough soul and a little bit of sass. i got about half the phoenix album--what the hell, everyone's been discussing the leak of wolfgang amadeus phoenix for months now and i seem to be the only soul on the planet who wasn't able to attain the zip/rar file. dumb. i know, i know, i should buy it. and i probably will. but not this week, thanks to the abundance of whiskey last evening. a friend burned me metric's latest and hooked me up with some old skool ghostface. that's also been on repeat on the ole iPod-aroni. lots of music in this girl's bedroom. lots of kitty cuddling. lots of naps. i'm ambitious, obviously.
well here it's 11:00 pm and i gots to get up at 5:30 to get into the office at 7;15. i should prob try to turn in with my book and get some shut eye. but i can't stop the rock. looking forward to tour de wisconsin this weekend. 4-day work week, here i come.
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