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  • Hardcore gigging

    12 Oct 2006, 17:09 by blezman

    Until last night gigging was like softcore porn or first base when you just wanted to lose your virginity. Let me explain....

    At so many gigs I've been feverish, my hands sweaty and body nervous, always pushing forwards in the uncomfortable heat. I've been wanting to see and hear more and more. I'm a short bloke, I've had to put up with titbits. Glimpses of a haircut, a perfect view of a bassist, being on the brink of revelation when the bloke in front rocked to the right. Since my teenage years I've wanted to see it all and never quite had it. I've read magazines about it. Found a world of sites about it on the internet. I was able to see more of it after I turned 18 but I wanted to see it all. I saw gigs through a glass darkly. My view was blocked, the sound was wrong, the vibe was off, the touring band were amateurs - or i was just too drunk or stoned to process the gig.

    But I've always known it could be so good. What if I was standing there not here? What if the soundman turned up the vocals like every singer is always asking them to? I dreamt of a perfect gig, a legendary band, songs perfectly performed. NO veils, NO distractions - a gig that was like hardcore porn.

    Last night I saw Sparklehorse. It was filthy, I could see everything. I feel like i lost my gigging cherry to a girl who chatted me up by asking me to "kiss me where it smells of fish". No action by Mark Linkous went unnoticed by me. They played my favourites from their first album vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot. The sound was perfect. Unfortuinately because we were sat down at an exclusively priced gig at what is usually a comedy club.

    I want my illusions back. If that was my gigging cherry, I want to be one of those american "born again" virgins. Well no, if i was drunk i'd hit it again....

    My feelings are contrary. Sparklehorse were amazing, the new tracks were great. But I feel like i've lost a great mystery. Sparklehorse albums played an important part in my teenage years. They were less like records, more happy accidents caused by decaying recording equipment. Their face ripping rockers sounded less like songs, more like what had been found left in the morning on a stillrunning tape reel when the devil came to visit their studio the previous night. They didn't sound like they were made by professional musicians but instead in a desert shack by a madman with nothing else to do since he already had water, a gun and rabbits to eat. The sounds in the background were like dying antique instruments making a noise that could never be repeated again. Last night I found they could be created on a keyboard...

    But maybe now the veils have been lifted, the softcore game of mystery gone, meybe now I could make beautiful music myself. Take my hand to a guitar and know where to put it.................

    Or maybe I'll take myself back to the world of softcore gigging. Block my own clear view by bringing tall friends to stand behind. But that's laughable, there might be no going back.....

    Sparklehorse
  • Bikini Poop

    29 Jul 2006, 18:29 by ChimpyMcFSuit

    this just isnt right. discuss.

    http://triggur.org/japanese/bikinipoop.jpg

  • Choking Hazard

    22 Jun 2006, 01:35 by ChimpyMcFSuit

  • Animal Secks

    4 Jun 2006, 23:25 by ChimpyMcFSuit

    Just because it's funny shit.