Like A Sleep Twitch

So much has changed in this past year. I have been neglecting this blog more and more because I started graduate school and just haven't had the time to go to gigs or really even think about music very much. I won't be around very much, but you will continue to get the occasional post from me. Apologies.

But honestly, I think the bigger issue this year is that I just haven't been compelled to write and I'm just not excited about music as I used to be. I turn on the radio (internet radio included) and I don't hear anything that makes my ears perk up and think "wow, that's really good." There's no blood in that emotional vein, so it feels.

Here's what I will admit to however-- big thumbs up to Lady Gaga and The Editors.

"Lady Gaga? The Editors? That's the best you can come up with?"

"I knows what I likes. And I'm definitely feeling it."

Firstly, the video to Papparazzi is a little freaky, a little creepy. And LG's ambivalence about bottoms with tops is intriguing. (Although, what would she say about jumpsuits? As it is neither here nor there?) If you've ever seen her acoustic performances, the girl's gotta voice. There's a great version featured below. Second only to the Pirate meets Captain & Tenille inspired ensemble, are props of the year-- the teacup, and the umbrella.



I heard Pappillon the other day, and I felt a current go through my little heart. Yeah, and it's not the most complex song in the world, but fuck, I love this song. Pappillon is French for butterfly, and it's also a dog breed. (Cute little fellas, might I add.) Its use as a metaphor is a little perplexing, but the video makes me want to run with the bulls.



Until next time....

The Editors- Pappillon (buy In This Light and On This Evening)

The Gospel of The Editors

After witnessing one of the tightest and most energetic sets last Friday from The Editors, I came to the conclusion that if they ever needed a change of scene from the music business, they could, hypothetically, start their own church. Rev. Tom already has all the moves. And given how they’ve packed the house for a sold-out show at Webster Hall, it shouldn’t be too hard to get a few butts in the seats of the The Holy Ministry of Munich, (or something or other).

The Editors: (click to enlarge photos)





They closed the show with one of my favorite songs.

The Editors: Fingers in the Factories (link expired)
(Buy The Back Room)

Also, this was my first time at Webster Hall, and I quite liked it. Maybe this was a unique experience, as people just seemed to be incredibly nice. Sofiblu and I met this one fan who came down from Philadelphia for the show. She was a sweetheart, offering to hold my place at the front while I grabbed some posters and stickers. And this lovely photographer told us a little about Biffy Clyro, whom we didn’t know much about. The highlight of the Biffy set was when two fans unbeknownst to each other’s existence, became friends when they both shouted “Mon the Biffy!” When they heard each other shout this exclusively Scottish/English/Irish fan chant, they fought through the crowd and jumped, sang, shouted, and jabbered happily together for all the songs. It was pretty cute.

Biffy Clyro:




I think Sof and I were excited to see Ra Ra Riot again as well. They are growing on me.

Ra Ra Riot:



I was especially fond of bassist, Mathieu Santos’ bass skills. He flies that thing like a jet plane.