Friday, July 26, 2013

Glassjaw - The Echoplex 7/25/2013



Glassjaw is like an aloof cat.  They only come around whenever they feel like it and there’s a 50/50 chance they’ll only make you bleed and then disappear.  I have seen them four times now, and they’re batting a solid .500 with two kick ass shows and two not so kick ass shows.  The first not so kick ass show was in 2003 and can be chalked up to bad timing and general unfortunate circumstances because lead singer Daryl Palumbo was sick and unable to give his full potential.  He suffers from Crohn’s Disease which has caused the band to cancel shows and tours throughout the years and most likely contributed to this show not being amazing.  Plus, I got diarrhea halfway through.  Fucking double cheeseburger. 

The first kick ass show was in 2007 (I think?) when they first got back together.  They lost their minds and everybody fucking loved it.  Five years later, Glassjaw makes another return with new songs.  And they only played new songs.  I was pissed.  Not so kick ass show number two.

And this brings us to last night at the Echoplex in Los Angeles where my girlfriend and I sweated through over an hour of Glassjaw performing kick ass show number two and leveling out their percentages.

My phone takes really shitty pictures, but that’s Daryl probably doing something weird.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Is fiction absurd?



I have fallen into the opinion that everything is absurd when you are able to be honest with yourself.  This first infected my viewpoint on music and I have been fighting it for years.  Singing a song?  That’s ridiculous.  You really think you’re conveying some deep meaning?  You’re just speaking in an extremely silly way and playing with a toy.  I fight with this viewpoint frequently.  I don’t fully believe it, but that might just be me not being honest with myself.

This viewpoint can extend to everything; Working, friendships, religion, or anything else that you hold dear.  The philosophical usage of the word absurdity might not be the same idea, but it’s at least the way I interpret it.  I might be more along the lines of nihilism, but I’m not going to take the time to figure that out to see if I’m right.  As it is, I’m simply stuck with this nagging voice in the back of my head that occasionally pops up and says, “Why are you doing this?  Do you realize how silly it is?”