End On End

So the weekend was not exactly what I planed but still fun. Friday I went out to Fredrick to pick up Mike (around 11) we ate lunch up there and drove back down to Chevy Chase listening to Loveless, which ended just as we reached the area (perfectly timed). We hung out for a minute at Starbucks trying to figure out what we were going to do, and settled on seeing a movie, Thank You For Smoking, which one of the funnier films I have seen lately (I highly recommend it). We then wandered over to the Mall to make fun of people and meet up with Shah. When he arrived however he looked like death warmed up…so I drove us all down to 9:30 for the much anticipated Ladytron concert. However the show was sold out. I had already bought tickets for myself and Mike but no one else had, we had already lost everyone else that was supposed to go, then Shah and Daniel. I was starting to think the evening was a bust when we walked into the club. There were a group of people from St. Mary’s who Mike and I used to know there which was…interesting to say the least (since Mike had called a 50-50 chance we would see them there). The opening band was horrible, think the Strokes but without the talent. Wait the Strokes don’t really have any talent…then you know these guys we bad. I think I called them abnormally boring. Then a screen lowered and Ladytron came out. They were everything that I hoped for. I would venture that they are just as good live as in the studio, maybe better. They played an encore even, which seemed out of place, but worked none the less (there final song appropriately was The Last One Standing). The crowd was particularly odd that night, as you could clearly pick out who danced to Ladytron (they wore legwarmers and bad eighties jewelry) and those that didn’t (black or some variant thereof) After the concert I drove Mike back to Fredrick and preceded to get horribly lost on my way back twice; once in Fredrick and once in Virginia (don’t ask how I got there, I’m not sure myself). Saturday was quieter; I had dinner with some people I used to work with and hung out with Nando for a bit (though I think I probably pissed him off with my moaning). Sunday was Easter with my family which was…well I drank a lot so…good. In all honesty it was good to see everybody again. In an unrelated note I found my next book. Mike lent it to me. It’s called Nothing Feels Good (Punk Rock, Teenagers and Emo). All about what the idea of Emo is and the different labels and bands that helped to create one of the greatest misnomers in the history of music. Anyway I’m racing through it and have unfortunately become enamored with the idea of starting my own label (thank god it wasn’t a band…wouldn’t want to subject anyone to that). Anyway it’s a pipe dream but if I did start the next Dischord I think I would be way to insufferable for anyone to hang out with, so no…besides there can only be one Ian MacKaye, and I would in all likelihood need a Minor Threat or Rites of Spring to start out with…those day are over, sadly. From Rites of Spring to The Promise Ring to…The Starting Line? Uhh music is dying…

Listening to way to much Sunny Day and Braid to remember better days.