It’s now Friday, making it two days since the show, and I have no intention of publishing this post tonight. Copy drafts allow me to feel like I’m actually getting something done, generating interesting content, without actually committing to sitting down and doing something start to finish. *After finishing the whole thing, the clock says 12:00 AM Sunday*
I picked up a ticket for Ty Segall and Teen Anger at Soundscapes last week after seeing the show posted on the store’s “Don’t Miss” concert list. Admittedly, I had no idea whether the ten dollars I just dished out would end up being at all worth it, but if you prefer the short version of the story, it definitely was. The longer story involves me actually listening to all the bands through MySpace and then trying desperately, and ultimately successfully, to convince my friend Luca to come with me.
The show started off slow. The audience was thin during the opening set, a band called School Jerks. To their credit, the singer was either out of his mind, wasted, naturally entertaining or some combination of the three. He spent the entire set either on the ground or with his head at waist level, randomly jabbing it into the crowd (see below). Good for him.
The venue started to fill up before the second set, Charlie and the Moonhearts. They were good, enough so that I couldn’t really elbow my way any closer to the stage to take a better picture then the one below
The third band, Teen Anger, upped the intensity a little. Maybe it was the singer’s Ian Curtis vibes, the guitarist’s (who makes an appearance later on) moustache or the attractive girl on bass. Whatever it was, people were moving. I think it was during this set that my fake Ray Bans fell out of my pocket and lasted about 5 seconds in the pit. Oh well, another trip to Kensington Market is in order.
Someone tried to give me the frames back when it settled down a little. I couldn’t really understand what he was saying, but I think it had something to do with him being under the impression that they were actually really expensive. In reality, they cost about $4.95. Anyway, as a joke I found him on the street after the show and tried to give them to him, but he got really offended and drunkenly spluttered “I don’t want them man!”
Ty Segall’s set was live. People were moshing pretty energetically. I probably spent about half of it on the ground. At one point, I landed right on top of my camera, lens out. That was a bad moment. It took a few hours of patience and tinkering before it would actually turn on again… thank god. It would have been really fucking shitty if I lost all my pictures AND had to replace the camera. The guitarist from Teen Anger climbed onto the rafters and started crowd surfing at some point. The legs in the picture below belong to my friend who I dragged along. He was the only guy supporting the guy, who ended up on the ground about a second after the picture was taken.
All in all, good show, worth the ten bucks and I’d recommend that anyone interested check out all the bands. And if anyone is wondering, the title of this post is a quote from Ty Segall when we were both stuck in the tiny washroom.
