So, the Of Montreal concert (Sat. night) RULED. I had SO much fun. I’m trying to prolong that feeling into today, since I’m in a funk for no good reason (or bad reason, for that matter). I’ve decided to blame 1) the fact that I overslept this morning; 2) the hectic weekend; and 3) PMS.
Anyway. As I was saying, the concert kicked ass. Of course, there were two opening acts, so that was laborious. The first band was alright; very 70s, and I just kept thinking of the Barry Gibb Show skit from SNL. The second act? Oh God. How unfortunate. They were called Grand Buffett and described themselves as “underground hip-hop” (translation: they haven’t been signed). They were two white guys from Pennsylvania who did a lot of jumping around and talking about drugs and trying to be shocking, I guess. But it was so 10th grade. One of the guys couldn’t stop talking about ephedrine. Who does ephedrine? He was like, “You can’t buy it in the northeast, but you can still buy it in Georgia, so go buy some before Uncle Sam takes away more of your civil liberties!!” Cari and I just shook our heads and mocked them (and hoped they were just being really ironic, even though they clearly were serious). Oh, and the best part was when Ephedrine Boy was like, “We usually have a DJ with us, but we just went through Texas a few days ago and he lives there, so he stayed. Besides, he’s non-white, and we didn’t want to bring him to the Bible Belt.” Yeah; because there are no black people in Atlanta.
Who knows why Of Montreal allowed those fools to tour with them, but whatever. We were getting antsy, but by the time Of Montreal came on, it was so worth it. Kevin came out in a wedding dress, talking about, “We want to make love to you tonight. We want to touch you in places no other band has touched you. But we’re kind of old-fashioned, so we have to get married first.”
Very few bands can make me actually shake my white girl ass and dance; Of Montreal is one of the elite few. (Pylon is another.) By the time they played their last song before the encore (”The Party’s Crashing Us,” wherein everybody was jumping around like crazy and had their fists in the air at Kevin’s command), I was out of breath. It was one goddamn good show. Oh and I would also just like to point out that they played “The Final Countdown.” You can never go wrong with “The Final Countdown.”
Update: Awesome; Cable and Tweed has a recording of the show. Thanks for sending me the link, Tony!
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3 Responses to "Obligatory concert recap"
The Final Countdown as in Europe’s The Final Countdown?!
Tremendous!
haha…the only reason I can think someone would be stockpiling ephedrine is to supply their meth lab. Did these guys look a little tweaked out?
If any of you kids missed it this time around, they (Of Montreal) are scheduled to be back in Athens on 3/24!
Rock!