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Zombies make terrible coffee....
Jun. 7th, 2008 09:27 amSweet zombie Jesus! Who knew that MC Chris had a big following? Apparently, nerdcore hip-hop is big with the kids who love songs about Robitussin and Boba Fett. And we were only there on a whim...
It was a fun show last night. The House was packed with kids. I was the oldest person there who wasn’t on stage. It seems that 19-year-olds from across the region poured into DeKalb to see this show.
The opening act, The Age of Rockets, was pleasant. They were somewhere between Superchunk and Starlight Mints. The sound system was a bit off, and overall I preferred the stuff on their MySpace page.
The place went nuts for MC Chris. The kids had memorized every rhyme. I found his stuff charming but wearing. After about 6 songs, the joke was getting thin.
Still, it was great to get out. Live music was a big part of my misspent youth, and that’s sort of disappeared post-Caitlin. The only concerts that we went to last year were Neko Case and Richard Thompson. Both were wonderful shows, but the audiences were filled with sad old bastards like myself.
I very glad that Sarah and David dragged my ass out of my house. I am now satiated until Pitchfork in July when I will get my Jarvis Cocker fix.
It was a fun show last night. The House was packed with kids. I was the oldest person there who wasn’t on stage. It seems that 19-year-olds from across the region poured into DeKalb to see this show.
The opening act, The Age of Rockets, was pleasant. They were somewhere between Superchunk and Starlight Mints. The sound system was a bit off, and overall I preferred the stuff on their MySpace page.
The place went nuts for MC Chris. The kids had memorized every rhyme. I found his stuff charming but wearing. After about 6 songs, the joke was getting thin.
Still, it was great to get out. Live music was a big part of my misspent youth, and that’s sort of disappeared post-Caitlin. The only concerts that we went to last year were Neko Case and Richard Thompson. Both were wonderful shows, but the audiences were filled with sad old bastards like myself.
I very glad that Sarah and David dragged my ass out of my house. I am now satiated until Pitchfork in July when I will get my Jarvis Cocker fix.
