I bet they play Darla.
I bet they play Darla.
Am I the only person that thinks the seated audience/Q&A thing sounds really dumb?
God I can't imagine a more irritating night then a seated concert at the Vera Project with a god damned Q&A.
I'm also skeptical. I'd much rather see a regular set, but I will go anyway and hopefully it will be awesome. I don't really like to interact with faraway people that I idolize, and I don't really like Q&A. But I do really like Why? and hopefully that will be enough.
Hey, look who's finalizing a new album.
right this wrong
You are receiving this email because you purchased tickets for the show on October 7th at the Alberta Rose Theatre with WHY? and Serengeti.
Unfortunately, that show has been cancelled due to an injury to one of the members of WHY?
We hope it will be rescheduled at some point.
The full amount that you paid is being refunded to your credit card.
Thank you and I am sorry for any inconvenience this has caused.
Yoni broke his hand, apparently.
But it only takes one hand to alternate shaking a rattle and stomping your monsterfeet around on tiny Japanese villages.
big mouth filled with one long tooooth.
The show tonight was underwhelming and the audience was really obnoxious. Is this what's up from here on out? Because watching drunks in Kanye shirts couple-dance while fistpumping to Crushed Bones is really, really not what I signed up for. I'm surprised I didn't see anybody throw their undergarments. I also overheard this exchange outside:
"I'm sooo excited for this show. Remember that album? That album I really loved? Alope-see-yah?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"It had that song on it that I was totally obsessed with...what was it called...oh, it was called 'A Sky For Shooting Horses Under.'"
"I don't know that one, but I know I like the one with the vowels."
Excited girl isn't listening because she's belting out an overly soulful rendition of A Sky For Shooting[sic] Horses Under.
"What's the guy's name again?"
"Who, the main guy?"
"Yeah. The one who's all obsessed with getting famous."
"Yeah, Evan. He's weird."
Also, I typically prefer to attend shows alone, but realizing that I had nobody to raise an eyebrow at when Serengeti rapped such poignant and introspective lines as "I could see the top of her pubes" was a definitive and lonely exception. I thought he was some sort of local novelty warmup until the final song (which was about trying to sleep with Yoni's groupies and was surprisingly somewhat enjoyable in context).