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Happy Easter. I'm not at all religious (too Chinese for that), but today I woke up thinking about moveable feasts and the Easter computation, and I learned that Gauss had written an algorithm for calculating the date of Julian and Gregorian Easter in the early 1800s. Feels fortunate that Easter Monday falls so early this year, because it's only a week after spring break! I'm real happy about that.
I've been utilizing my 4-day weekend to its fullest potential so far, losing my head in a different crowd each night. Friday night I went to see four local shoegaze/post-hardcore bands play in a warehouse for $15. There were two shows going on in that alley, so I nearly walked into the wrong one before some guy pointed me in the right direction. I half-listened to idle talk about some podcast or other while waiting for the show to start.
Didn't take many photos, but here's one of the band Often Wrong. They were pretty solid, lotsa fun to mosh to. Never been to a show like this so I was thinking about joining in when a push from behind sent me straight into the crowd. I took an elbow to the face, pushed my way to the front, and a girl behind me scrabbled at my jeans to stabilize herself. Was grinning like a fool the entire time.
By the time Cherry Pick was on, I was standing next to one of the other bands. I complimented their drummer on her solo (though she probably couldn't hear me over the noise) and then jumped back into the pit. I also managed to get tickets for David Byrne's current tour last minute, which was happening on the following night. I'd actually been sporadically monitoring ticket prices since January, but decided to gamble on resellers cutting it last minute and was able to score a ticket about five or six rows from the very front at a reasonable rate.
For some reason I was blissfully happy on Saturday afternoon, even though I didn't do much more than sleep and do calculus until 8pm. I woke up from a strange dream that ended with a dog biting me on the thigh, and then spent two hours looking at proofs, solving problems and whatnot. I headed to the theatre at around 7:30. I hadn't seen any touring bands since 2023 (also the year I saw the Stop Making Sense concert film on iMAX), and I already knew David was going to play a lot of the old hits, so I was real excited. What can I say, man, he put on a hell of a show. I knew he was still good, but I didn't expect him to sound pretty much exactly like he did on Stop Making Sense. The touring band was just phenomenal as well, especially the bassist, Kely Pinheiro. In Heaven, the projected background is supposed to represent Earth as viewed from the moon, which felt pertinent considering the recent Artemis II launch. Nothing but Flowers into This Must Be the Place was so good it honestly made my heart ache. Life During Wartime was a personal highlight, since the SMS live version of that song is my all-time favourite Talking Heads tune. David Byrne's new releases were really enjoyable live. I'm seriously glad he reminded the audience to record less as well.
As for some other tidbits from last night I remember well:
- At one point, David started talking about the 32 signs of perfection in Buddhism, and how the Buddha purportedly had webbed feet and a retractable penis
- Middle aged man in front of me kept hollering random bullshit and holding his lighter above our heads. At one point David was talking about watching nature documentaries in his apartment and he started yelling "ANCIENT ALIENS" 'til his buddy told him to shut up. It was 90% mildly annoying and 10% funny but I didn't mind it much
- Choreography was great in general, use of backgrounds were neat especially in the buildup to Psycho Killer
Despite demographical differences between the warehouse show crowd and the David Byrne audience, on both nights I felt that all anyone wanted to do was to cut loose to the best of their ability. Friday we battered each other and on Saturday we brushed shoulders. Had a great time both nights.
I've been utilizing my 4-day weekend to its fullest potential so far, losing my head in a different crowd each night. Friday night I went to see four local shoegaze/post-hardcore bands play in a warehouse for $15. There were two shows going on in that alley, so I nearly walked into the wrong one before some guy pointed me in the right direction. I half-listened to idle talk about some podcast or other while waiting for the show to start.
Didn't take many photos, but here's one of the band Often Wrong. They were pretty solid, lotsa fun to mosh to. Never been to a show like this so I was thinking about joining in when a push from behind sent me straight into the crowd. I took an elbow to the face, pushed my way to the front, and a girl behind me scrabbled at my jeans to stabilize herself. Was grinning like a fool the entire time.
By the time Cherry Pick was on, I was standing next to one of the other bands. I complimented their drummer on her solo (though she probably couldn't hear me over the noise) and then jumped back into the pit. I also managed to get tickets for David Byrne's current tour last minute, which was happening on the following night. I'd actually been sporadically monitoring ticket prices since January, but decided to gamble on resellers cutting it last minute and was able to score a ticket about five or six rows from the very front at a reasonable rate.
For some reason I was blissfully happy on Saturday afternoon, even though I didn't do much more than sleep and do calculus until 8pm. I woke up from a strange dream that ended with a dog biting me on the thigh, and then spent two hours looking at proofs, solving problems and whatnot. I headed to the theatre at around 7:30. I hadn't seen any touring bands since 2023 (also the year I saw the Stop Making Sense concert film on iMAX), and I already knew David was going to play a lot of the old hits, so I was real excited. What can I say, man, he put on a hell of a show. I knew he was still good, but I didn't expect him to sound pretty much exactly like he did on Stop Making Sense. The touring band was just phenomenal as well, especially the bassist, Kely Pinheiro. In Heaven, the projected background is supposed to represent Earth as viewed from the moon, which felt pertinent considering the recent Artemis II launch. Nothing but Flowers into This Must Be the Place was so good it honestly made my heart ache. Life During Wartime was a personal highlight, since the SMS live version of that song is my all-time favourite Talking Heads tune. David Byrne's new releases were really enjoyable live. I'm seriously glad he reminded the audience to record less as well.
As for some other tidbits from last night I remember well:
- At one point, David started talking about the 32 signs of perfection in Buddhism, and how the Buddha purportedly had webbed feet and a retractable penis
- Middle aged man in front of me kept hollering random bullshit and holding his lighter above our heads. At one point David was talking about watching nature documentaries in his apartment and he started yelling "ANCIENT ALIENS" 'til his buddy told him to shut up. It was 90% mildly annoying and 10% funny but I didn't mind it much
- Choreography was great in general, use of backgrounds were neat especially in the buildup to Psycho Killer
Despite demographical differences between the warehouse show crowd and the David Byrne audience, on both nights I felt that all anyone wanted to do was to cut loose to the best of their ability. Friday we battered each other and on Saturday we brushed shoulders. Had a great time both nights.
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