Seize them!

Seize them!

I went to the Mates of State/Spoon/Death Cab for Cutie concert this past weekend, and 2/3 of the show rocked me. Unfortunately, the band I was most excited to see performed the poorest. Mates of State were adorably grand. A little heavy on the echo, but otherwise great. Death Cab, predictably, played like the veteran rockers (in the indie scene) that they are. Spoon, by contrast, sounded bored and because of this, I was bored myself.

I love Spoon's albums, but after the concert... It was like the scene in Vanilla Sky when Tom Cruise and Penelope Cruz are having sex, but Cruz turns into Cameron Diaz in the midst of the act. I anticipated one entity and was shocked to discover another.

To reconcile the two, I made a distinction between the Spoon on the albums and the Spoon that droned on in front of me. I simply denied the reality before me and decided to treat the recorded music on the albums as its own autonomous reality and--in fact--the real Spoon. In this model, the live Spoon were, in effect, imposters.

I thought up that while the members of Spoon showed me their backs for 45 minutes, except for the keyboardist. He just looked miserable.

Reading:

Faster Than the Speed of Light: The Story of a Scientific Speculation, Joao Magueijo (Finished.)

The Coming Race, Edward Bulwer Lytton (Finished.)

The TM Technique, Peter Russell

True Hallucinations: Being an Account of the Author's Extraordinary Adventures in the Devil's Paradise, Terence Mckenna

Devadatta (Buddha, Vol. 3), Osamu Tezuka

Watching:

Broken Saints

"Jonny Quest - The Complete First Season: Disc One"

Working Girl

The Matador