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fashion failure

I'm not quite sure how to say this, but last night I ended up at a wizardy punk rock show.1 This came after a quality performance from the Divorce at Chop Suey's fourth anniversary party (which was also the third anniversary of Garrett Lunceford joining the band2). Incidentally, while watching I noticed that the Killers had maybe stolen some of their moves from the Divorce. Nevertheless, the time between bands was filled with choice people watching. The highlights being the number of serious mohawks and a guy wearing giant sunglasses, fake gold, a technicolor blue hoodie decorated with prints of diamonds, and matching silver trainers. Not to mention his friend who danced with the wall.

All of this was but a prelude to the Spits. I knew nothing about them, but the show was free and the rock and roll fashion show at CHAC did a very un-rock and roll thing by ending before 9. Rather than hang around for the DJ aftermath, Samantha and I left for the anniversary spectacle. So, back to the finale. During the set-up time, the Spits and their roadies appeared to be fairly ordinary. However, when the band actually took the stage they were dressed in cheap medieval costume robes and fake beards (the exception was the keyboard player, who was shirtless and wore a monster mask) [flickr].

It seems that a band with this sort of stage presence also comes with devoted fans. They showed their affection by throwing water bottles and firecrackers at the band while forming a pogo-ing most area close to the stage. Technically, I suppose that the band is good at what they do -- playing subtle variations on one punk song ("this song is about the future. this next song is about the future"), but after a couple examples and way too much second-hand pyrotechnic smoke I was ready to call it a night and get home to Ebert & Roeper.

Much earlier in the day, when the weather was still ridiculously nice, I went swimming and tried to sit outside in the sun for a little bit on the deck behind the pool. But it was way too strange to sustain for more than a few minutes. Still, probably good practice for next weekend in the nonstop sun.


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1. not to be confused with wizard rock [#], which is superior in all ways.
2. celebrated with a candled pastry.

Comments

the spits always seem to put on a good show. i saw them at fallout and the entire audience was covered/hit with beer by the end. and i think it was bloodhag who sing (scream) about reading and throw sci-fi books at their audience.