Arriving at the Entry shortly before the second of two opening acts began, I surveyed the crowd, as is my wont, to discover the average age, even for an 18+ show was older than expected. And by older I still mean younger than me. I should mention that as a dedicated follower of fashion I was surprised to see some folks are still doing the bandanna around the neck thing. I'm fairly certain this is dead. And if not, should be. In fact, I'm now from this moment forward declaring it dead.
Anyway, you know how when someone tells a ghost story around the campfire they have to do that flashlight under the chin thing? Well that's what everyone's face looks like at shows these days because everyone stares at their phones non stop. In fact, the guy next to me was Facebooking on his iPhone during the entire set. I was so annoyed by this and appalled that he was not making any attempts to disguise such embarrassing behaviour, that I wanted to grab the tall motherfucker by the ear-mom style-and pull him down to me so I could remind him he was in fact at a show.
Eventually No Age took the stage. I can't believe I didn't notice this before but the drummer and primary vocalist, Dean Spunt looks and sounds remarkably similar to a young Mike D. He and guitarist Randy Randall (and touring keyboard player) move effortlessly from new songs to old ones and back again. On record, the new album Everything In Between is an obvious move into a more palatable direction, just as Nouns was from Weirdo Rippers, but when songs from all three are played interchangeable, the difference in virtually unnoticeable. It's undeniably, well, No Age. Whatever that means.
I wanted to spit my gum in the hair of the next person I saw looking at their motherfucking phone!
It was at this point that I could take no more. I grabbed a handful of ice from an empty in front of me and began throwing cubes at everyone who was staring at their phones. In retrospect, I'm quite surprised at myself for doing this, as I was alone, and as much as I hate on stuff like this, rarely do I actually do something about it. I think everyone got the point.
One should not be surprised by this digital connectivity of the No Age audience, as they are a band whose popularity is in large part due to internet chatter. But still, they ARE a visceral band. Quite frankly you're doing yourself and those around you a disservice if you're in the physical location in which it's happening and instead you're Tweeting or Facebooking about it rather than actually doing it. Fuck, maybe this is the punk rock of today, after all. That's kind of depressing.
For those of us that kept our phones in our pockets, well, we saw a really good show. (-NO'B)
And now, without further adieu...
|No Age, 7th St. Entry, Mpls, MN, 11/23/10|
fucking no shit brother. so sick of people on their phones all the time. pretty much lost friends over it.ReplyDelete
This is clearly a sign of the times for you Mr. NOB. I think this is just the way it is now.ReplyDelete
i don't think that is technically embroidered. it looks like it was cut off of a tee shirt and sewn on. i'd call it a patch.ReplyDelete