Wednesday, June 29, 2005

My face has been rocked off but luckily I found it

This is not so much trash talkin’ but more of an awestruck entry. But don’t you worry, there’s a little bit of nasty in here. You’ll know when you get to it. Aww, what the hell, we’ll start off with it.

Saturday Keeper and I were at the party of a very cool friend of ours who just moved in with her boyfriend. In the beginning the party we didn’t really gel into any of the conversations so we played a variation of one of our favorite games – Marry, Fuck or Kill. If you don’t know how to play MFK it’s really simple. You just name three celebrities and the other person has to decide who they want to marry who they want to fuck and who they want to kill. You can be as nasty as you want like Rush Limbaugh, and the two George Bushes. Anyway, Keeper was being very mean and gave me all three members of Sleater-Kinney (the band who would later rock my face off). I really wouldn’t want to kill any of them so we changed the rules to Marry, Fuck or Rim. I thought the rimming part added a whole new dimension to the game and we proceeded to ignore the rest of the party and play with our new verbal toy.

Yes, we’re losers and we’re 12.

Anyway, we socialized a little but then we left to head over to the 9:30 club to see rock goddesses Sleater-Kinney. Luckily Keeper brought ear plugs because there was no way I was going to waste my hearing on the crapulence that was the opening band – Dead Meadow. Three skinny boys yammering along and one guy with a fog machine does not equal rock greatness.

But luckily salvation came when the women of Sleater-Kinney came out onto the stage. The ear plugs came out as future Mrs. Twizler – Carrie Browstein jumped and kicked all over the stage while our bridesmaids- drummer Janet Weiss and lead vocals Corin Tucker simply kicked ass through the new material. At first I wasn’t that into their new album since it’s so different from their previous efforts but after hearing it live, I think it’s super sick (in a good way).

We were standing on the balcony which allowed us to overlook the stage and the crowd which was good and bad. The energy isn’t as intense up there but there’s less of a chance of getting stepped on or moshed into by a chick with a shaved head. And again you can see all that goes on, on the stage.

During the fist set , S-K played their whole new album- The Woods, three from One Beat and one from All Hands on the Bad One (their previous two albums). But during the encore they threw the crowd a bone and played some older stuff including the encore of Dig Me Out which is one of their classics...(by classics I’m speaking from a mid to late nineties riot grrl culture perspective. You really won’t hear Dig Me Out on the same radio station that plays Free Bird.)

S-K isn’t really Keeper’s kind of music but I think she had a good time and is happy for the ear plugs. I dragged her to see them last year in a club with a not so great sound system, so speak up if you ever met her. The doctors said her hearing would return to normal sometime soon but she does have the ability to hear colors. Don't know what that's about.


At 10:01 AM, Blogger keepergirl said...

What? Blue?

At 10:54 AM, Blogger Twizler said...

no honey, i think that was orange speaking.


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