Filed under: music | Tags: death cab for cutie, les schwab ampitheater, mates of state, may 23, plastic bag man, the decemberists
There’s one thing that I’ve had to accept as a fan of indie music, and I’m sure this rings true for any fan of any genre of music. There are going to be a number of people at whatever show you go to that defend the stereotype surrounding the band you’re there for, and at this point, I’ve very much accepted that fact. But at the same time, there seems that there’s always one…thing that shows up from the same place that spawns people that drive fast in the slow lane.
Meet Plastic Bag Man…
And let’s not forget his girlfriend, who, while just as eccentric, didn’t seem to put on quite the show with her choice of clothing.
Now Plastic Bag Man came during the second-of-three acts of the Mates of State/The Decemberists/Death Cab for Cutie show that I attended last weekend. Let me first say that in no way did Bag Man annoy me personally outside the fact that everything about him was rather outlandish and the whole time I couldn’t help but wonder what he does outside of Decemberist concerts.
During the entire Decemberist setlist (which, by the way, was very good. Decemberists get my vote for favorite live show, but that may be due to the fact that I like shows that are as personal as they are musical) Bag Man decided it would be fun to dance around and throw his hands up like it was some sort of Native American pow-wow and he and his girlfriend (I can only assume she was his girlfriend) were the only ones who got the memo. I mean, I can understand dancing like that when it’s just you two, but in a crowd of people whose best attempt at dancing would be tapping their heels to the beat of the song.
I’m sorry Bag Man, but I can only assume you were intoxicated in some way. If your questionable method of dressing wasn’t reason enough, the way you acted and flailed around sure was.
And then you left, which saddened me greatly. But you were quickly replaced by two sexually confused 12-year-olds and yet another drugged dancer, this time wearing a large pink sweatshirt.
Oh, how I love how music brings us together.
[To view the rest of my photos from the concert {I forgot my camera, so I only took like...10}, go here.]
Filed under: games, internet, music, odds/ends | Tags: death cab for cutie, mates of state, metal gear solid, the decemberists
-Almost finished with Metal Gear Solid for the PS1. I’m almost finished with the first disc, then after that there isn’t much more on the second. Then it will be onto MGS2, 3 and then (hopefully) the purchase of a PS3 to finish it off with Metal Gear Solid 4. Never really been into the series much, but now that I’ve played it, I’m definitely a fan and the fight against Psycho Mantis is probably one of my favorite of all time.
-Gone for the weekend to see the Death Cab, the Decemberists & Mates of State.
This will be my third Death Cab concert (good christ) and my second Mates of State, along with the first time I’ve seen the Decemberists, although I was close to seeing Colin Meloy a few weeks ago. Not to stoked about Mates of State, seeing as how last time I saw them it was because of Death Cab, but oh well. Indie music is indie music.
Hardly.
-This is awesome.
-The shit hits the fan in about two weeks. Buckle in.
If you’re going to make more Green Day music, would you mind calling it Green Day?
You can just have two more dudes playing instruments and not have them be actual members of your band. Plus, you’ll make more money if you stick with Green Day.
I’ve had some front page love from a few sites along with a magazine. Today, I’d like to say that I can add another story to that collection, but it may have just been a random selection. Either way, let’s take a look at the following:
Don’t mind the review on the bottom. The following was on the front page of the Wii section on Gamespot. Despite the fact that I’ve really lost a lot of respect and interest in that site since Gerstmanngate, but regardless, its nice to get my (old) name out there.
Read the Gamespot review here.
