"In the world which is upside down, the true is a moment of the false."
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Friday, October 03, 2003 the hollywood palladium is the worst place you can ever, ever go see a show. really. avoid that place at all costs. i've boarded trans atlantic flights with less scrutiny. first the wand. then the pat down. then you must go before a man standing before a table. he wordlessly pats the table with his hand. i had no idea what he wanted. then he pats the table again. what the fuck do you want, dude? then he says empty your pockets. why the fuck don't you say so then, asshole? there must have been 50 fucking security folks there who, it would seem, were there exclusively to make sure no one stood in the wrong place, danced in the wrong place or had too much fun. it was like going to prison (and paying dearly for the privilege.) which is sad as the room itself ain't bad. it looks like an old ballroom or something. maybe an old roller skating rink with a beautiful wood floor. acoustics aren't bad but the sound guy for the warm ups was terrible. i've noticed something really crappy with sound at shows lately. sound guys seem to think that the bass drum should sound like something from 2 live crew or something. that it needs to sound (and feel) like something booming out of one of those lowrider trucks that plague the landscape like so many locusts in socal. it needs to sound like a fucking kick drum, dude, not like the programmed bass of snoop dogg, ok? it kills everything else. pretty soon everything on the stage starts to sound like the fucking kick. while were at it, could you EQ the snare to sound like a snare again? it's got all this creepy low end on too now and it makes all drummers sound like they're slapping a snare the size of a yugo. enough bitching about sound... let's bitch about the warm ups. first, we have some band called ratatat. before they came on i saw an old Vox AC30 on stage and i sadly got my hopes up. so sad. ratatat is two guys (guitar, bass), a drum machine and really awful visuals projected above them. they play instrumental songs that are plodding in places and disturbingly bland in others.. the music could best be described as something that you could have rolled the credits to a show like manimal or even tj hooker to. imagine a thoroughly talentless joe satriani. with three fingers. on ludes. utter crap. and the visuals.... christ, they sucked. lots of swirling paint abstract crap, faux atari 2600-like retro graphic crap and time lapse leaves fluttering in the wind crap. at one point i thought to myself, "how long before we see the time lapse crystal growth crap?" answer: about 45 seconds. there were a few kids who were diggin' it though. i should mention that a large portion of the kids in question were wearing ripped sweatshirts and legwarmers with their high heels. it's 1983 all over again. which leads me to this conclusion: suck is the new black. second up was enon. they were quite exasperating in that they would follow a really pretty good song, one with some soul, some merit, with another song that was so bad that it hurt my head. it certainly didn't help that their sound guy was awful and it all sounded like one big bass-y mess. cute singer though. moderately competent brooklyn hipster wankerism writ large. which brings us to the headliners, interpol. let me be as succinct as possible. set: 41 minutes. encore: 11 minutes. songs: note for note as recorded. deviations from what you would expect: zero. bass player's attire: flawlessly 1984 john taylor. light show: annoying. members who smoked on stage during entire show (everyone else was forced by the gestapo at the gate to dispose of theirs. not just refrain from indulging, throw away. lighters and matches too. really) : all of 'em. percentage of crowd who turned for the door immediately after encore: about two thirds. i really love the interpol cd. i'll leave it at that. supersuckers: "rock your ass" "yeah this one's for the kids.. ..'cuz they ain't got time to waste with that mopey dopey shit. so cut the crap and bring the hits. everywhere i go all the motherfuckers know that i'm ready. are you ready? i'm eddie spaghetti and i'll rock your ass steady..." posted by downtown | 2:03 PM |
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