Posts Tagged ‘music’
My concert-going life is now complete – I’ve ticked off every single band I wanted to see live, and more.
Also, I’m getting too old for that shit. Big gigs are patience-testing and sanity-trying. The sheer number of absolute knobs who attend, and the extent of their douchebaggery, is astounding. It’s like the capacity for human jerkiness is never-ending, yet never fails to amaze me. I realise that by going general admission, you’re opening yourself up to potential injury on the floor, and I accept my personal space is going to be invaded and I’ll have my feet stood on/my face elbowed/my every side bumped from overzealous hop-n-jumpers. That tubby little teenage girls are going to inexplicably park their barely covered asses in front of me. That there’s always a circle of young idiot guys (the kind who scrawl the band name across their back with marker pen and then take their shirts off once in the crowd) who think it’s their God-given duty to expand their circle and smash into everyone around them. As a slight person, I’m not in much of a position to do anything about it, except wield my insanely bony elbows where I can. With T, I have, quite literally, an immovable rock behind me, luckily. And beware anyone who irritates him (his tolerance is non-existent, when he’s not the one moshing with friends, which led to a couple of tense moments).
We spent the first half of the show in the middle, about a third of the way back. Eventually, we moved further back and out to the side, where not only were we away from all the jerks, and I had room to actually move, dance, and jump, BUT I HAD A BETTER FREAKING VIEW. As I say, my concert-going life is now complete, but if I go to a show again, I’m more than happy to chill out on the outskirts.
I went to my first big live gig in 2010 (not counting the Big Day Out I worked at in, oh, 2008?). Between then and now, I’ve now been to three music festivals – another BDO, Homegrown and Coro Gold – and I think another six concerts, Paramore, Metallica, the Foos, Incubus, Coldplay and of course now the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I paid for all of those but one, and as concert tickets average around $150, if not more, that’s nearly $1500 (and you can basically double that as T came to almost all of those). I also have to spew vitriol at the fact parking last night was jacked up to $15, nearly double the usual rate. Sigh.
In other, more financial news:
- T is STILL waiting for his tax refund from the IRD. Apparently it was paid to his bank account, as it was last year, but hasn’t gone through for some reason. So…it’s stuck in some banking no-man’s-land, and who knows who, when, or how we can put an end to the stalemate.
- Also, he’s in charge of a stag do (bachelor party) for a friend in the next few weeks. Ouch. I said even though he’s organising this one, he can’t spend as much as he spent on attending the last one (for a different person) – an entire weekend of poorly organised activities that ran each person into the hundreds of dollars.
- ALSO, we may have to pay for suits for his groomsmen for our wedding. Apparently, not all of them will necessarily have suits they can wear. It will probably work out cheaper to hire them, but we’ll see.
To the links…
I was in this week’s Carnival of Personal Finance!
And Lifestyle Carnival!
Here’s Budget and the Beach on changing your outlook and choosing happiness
Anyone who reads Study Hacks’ Cal Newport will know the concept of passion following competency. Similarly, Afford Anything argues that passion rarely precedes action – do the work and the muse will follow
Straight talk on dream jobs over at Ask A Manager
Young Adult Money shares five lessons learned from freelancing
What it’s really like to organise a conference, by Kommein
Budgets are Sexy reminds us that we’re ALL good at something
A bit of a job searching guide from Grace Boyle
Money After Graduation’s most expensive hobby is FOMO (hell yes)
Mmm. The best foods from around the world, via Untemplater
Finally, Financial Samurai reminds us all of the importance of dreams
Tags: blogging, money, music
Friends, I have made one last outrageous expenditure. The Red Hot Chili Peppers are coming to Auckland in January. I tried to get tickets to their last gig in 2007, and failed. This time, I would not be thwarted.
I’m paying $160 apiece for the privilege … and it burns even more that this is a lineup sans Frusciante, who is about 75% of the entire reason I love this band, but now that I’ve seen Metallica, the Chilis are the only other group I want to see before I (or rather, they) die.
That said, here are five other performers I wouldn’t mind seeing in concert:
Would need to be up front in a fairly personal show, or else what’s the point? But I would DIE if I could marvel at the legend himself up close.
I find it hilarious that there is a Facebook group called Michael Buble’s voice makes my clothes fall off. Forget Barry White.
I only recently realised Maroon 6 has been around for a decade. Can I get a WOAH to that?! I have fond memories of a lazy summer afternoon practising for the high school talent quest at our drummer’s house and bashing out a rough version of their first big hit, Harder to Breathe. And now look at them, all Jaggered up. Adam Levine would put on a damn good show, I can just tell.
The artist who made me want to write songs and play guitar. An artist who actually inspired me to buy an album (Hotel Paper, which I picked up in Singapore).
The diva herself. Granted, there are plenty of her songs that I really dislike, but anyone with a vocal range of five octaves is, quite frankly, superhuman.
DAMMIT JOHN. COME BACK ALREADY.
I’ll leave you with my five favourite Chilis songs.
Who are you hanging out to see live in concert?
Tags: about me, music, random
I have two February food resolutions:
- Put more salt on my food. Cramps suck.
- Eat more salads for lunch. Am spending too much time standing over a stove.
In other news, I saw Incubus live this week and have no regrets. Here’s a review that more or less sums it up perfectly.
I’ll admit, I don’t listen to the radio anymore, and haven’t for years, so I knew nothing about their new album. Turns out I really like one of the songs – Isadore – which I had to identify the next day off this set list.
My only complaint lies with the audience, not the band. I honestly think I may prefer dealing with rough, pushy guys at the kinds of gigs I’m used to.This time around I had to contend with getting hair in my mouth from the girl in front of me, and several other girls piercing my eardrums with their constant shrill screams.
The gig itself was somewhat stripped back, almost intimate. Definitely a concert and not a show (unlike the Foos). That said, they have plenty of powerful songs as well as mellow ones. Opener Megalomanic and closer Wish You Were Here were suitably explosive, as was one of my favourites, Anna Molly. Then there were the likes of Pardon Me and Love Hurts, and oldies Drive and Are You In which really took all of us back.
I could only have wished for Agoraphobia, my fave song (but I don’t think it was a single), and maybe Talk Shows on Mute, which I used not to like but has grown on me since I started learning to play it. (Speaking of which, I went right home and successfully learned Drive, which was quite satisfying considering I still remember trying and failing on my chunky acoustic when I first started playing six years ago).
At Kalzumeus, a long read (but worth a skim) on salary negotiation, with a special focus on engineers.
Overcoming Bias voices something I wonder about – fresh grads straight out of business school going into consulting companies with no actual experience.
Business for Good explains how to network via Facebook.
Teacher Finance lays out the pros and cons of the job.
Carol Tice breaks down how to earn six figures as a freelance writer.
Don’t count on making a career out of social media, at Zombie Journalism.
Fabulously Broke tackles the blue vs white collar tension and points out that it’s a symbiotic relationship.
Automating savings on an irregular income, at Get Rich Slowly.
Everyday Minimalist asks: Why do you buy?
Thousandaire on financial behaviours that piss him off, and why you should write off your charitable donations (Totally agree. I ended up saving my tiny tax refund from my charity donations late last year because it was a tight month, but ended up making a big donation last month, so really I think it evened out.)
Love it! Uncooking - a super simple way to plan meals, at Stonesoup.
I probably won’t make these potato chip cookies but am intrigued nonetheless…
And Minting Nickels shares her favourite pizza dough recipe.
LIFE AND EVERYTHING ELSE
When should you be airing your complaints on social media? Via Grow.
At Small Hands, Big Ideas, some handy online tools for almost everything in life (see my favourite apps here)
Kyla Roma shares some insights into making and keeping goals.
At 20 and Engaged, some suggestions for practical wedding favours.
Twelve ways to tap into your inner bliss, by Jenny Blake.
Tags: blogging, music
Stale beer. Sweat. Smoke. The occasional whiff of dope.
The Foo Fighters already stopped into New Zealand earlier this year. They played a small soldout fundraiser at the Town Hall – something I vaguely remember, somewhere in my post-Christchurch-quake-work-induced-haze, vowing to make the most of by standing outside to listen to the whole thing. The day passed, of course, and I didn’t even realise.
On the other hand, not many bands could fill out Western Springs. I’ve never seen so many people in one place before, and it seemed about half of my workmates snuck out early for that very reason.
And the Foo Fighters did not disappoint. As I expected, it really was the Dave Grohl show, and for good reason – here’s a man who’s been rocking for nearly as long as I’ve been alive, and is better than he was when he started out. Outlandishly talented and larger than life, in my eyes he’s still the best allround musician in the mainstream today.
I’m not a diehard Foo fan and I don’t feel any particular emotional connection to any of their songs on a deep level, but I find something almost spiritual about any good gig. There was plenty of cheering and singing along to their newer hits, but it was the classics that really got the crowd going. All the obvious songs made the playlist – starting with All My Life and, later on, the likes of Best Of You, Monkey Wrench, Learn to Fly and Everlong. Yeah, it was a 2.5 hour set, but it was a tight one. Grohl’s voice is still going strong and his hoarse scream still piercing (even if he can’t hold it as long these days). Did I mention the beautiful guitars that got some air time?
The rain, the mud, the pyramid of crushed plastic cups that mounted by my feet – none of that mattered. T, me and 50,000 other people were enthralled and thoroughly entertained. The crowd went wild when they announced they’d be shooting live footage for new song These Days (Grohl’s favourite, apparently – the lyrics feel a little forced, but they work, I suppose). Oh, and did I mention that we all made the ground shake – volcanically?
If I needed any proof that these guys know how to put on a show, it was their sudden departure from the stage with a quick “thank you”, followed by a “backstage” video that flickered across the screens in which the band grinned and mimed as we yelled and cheered for more, bargaining for an encore.
Best of all? Tenacious D (the main opener) reappeared during the encore, Jack and Kyle prancing around in their underwear, bellies wobbling all over the place. (Another earlier highlight? Everybody mouthing along to Tribute – an anthem of my high school days.)
If ever there was a musician I’d like to have a drink with, it would probably be Dave Grohl and Jack Black. I’m a big fan of the Chilis (in their Frusciante days), Kirk Hammett and Slash, but they just don’t strike me as the kind of characters these guys are.
Grohl, you’re a class act. Keep on keeping on.
No, not you. Unless you go by the name of baked cheesecake, or Lea Michele (I was recently told I don’t seem like a Glee kinda gal. I totally get that. Despite being a lot less of a downer than I once was, I’m still a dry, sardonic, House-ish type more than anything). Or unless you’re a regular reader, in which case I also greatly treasure your loyalty
What really makes my heart sing are these tunes. The brassy Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You
The echoing chorus lines in Go Your Own Way
That killer Tuesday’s Gone riff
So that’s my three tunes for Tuesday. What are yours?
the gleam, slickness and bright sound of new strings
The pulloffs in this solo (which starts at 2min 45s in):
UM. How did I miss this Glee version of Crush (one of my favourite pop songs ever?)
Music is everything.
Tags: happiness, music, random
May is New Zealand Music Month. In honour of it, today I’m posting a song – one of the few I actually put music to – as written in my teens. Oh, the angst! I was emo before emo was born. (Some people like to flashback with old diary entries, or recall what they were doing at the same time a year, two years, or more ago. This is more me.)
Why do you give me words
but never as much
as a hug?
You’ll give me material things
but not the feelings
that’s a different kind of love
when you’re done elsewhere
you come to me to give you
what you lack
what am I?
the secret other?
All these little givens that I don’t understand
and I could never ask
reading it all wrong
Why do you walk with me
but choose to love someone else
with your lips?
what am I?
the secret other?
when you’re done elsewhere
you come to me to make up
All these little givens that I don’t understand
and I could never ask
reading it all wrong
you’ll buy me a drink or two
but that’s all you do
I got a sinking feeling
this is as far as we go
I was so close I could see the sweat. Feel the flames. The air was pungent with beer, cigarette smoke, bourbon, perspiration. Underfoot, the crunch of broken cups.
Yes, I have seen Kirk Hammett live, in the flesh, making his eleventy million guitars sing, just a couple of metres away. And I possess a pick distributed by Hetfield’s own hands (not by my own diving and subsequent trampling on the floor, but a generous colleague I ran into outside who had a prime spot).
How much more inspiring can it get?
My legs were still killing me from all the jumping two days later… my calves hadn’t been that tight since the first time I went for a run this year. But, I think I emerged unbruised, which is good enough for me.
The closest I got to the stage was one back from the barrier, behind a girl with dreads (I greatly detest dreads on chicks, heck on guys, either. On human beings, full stop) who annoyed the hell out of me by turning around every ten seconds to look at someone behind us. But it wasn’t as crazy as I thought; Vector are pretty strict on crowd behaviour and didn’t hesitate to kick out people. I did at one point punch a shirtless guy who slammed into me too many times while moshing, though I’m not sure he even noticed.
On the set list: Tons of classics including For Whom the Bell Tolls, One, Fade to Black, Enter Sandman, Sad but True, and more (T was especially stoked by the inclusion of Seek and Destroy). I reckon it would have been perfect if they’d played Unforgiven (either 1 or 2), and I’m quite partial to their cover of Die Die My Darling. Apparently they did play Unforgiven the second night; I almost wish I’d thought of trying to buy tickets to both shows! When you live in NZ, seeing Metallica live is kind of a once in a lifetime thing.
Paramore, while an entirely different beast, was also off the hook. There’s nothing like a packed stadium all singing along to the same song, or the crowd waving lighters and cellphones in unison to an acoustic ballad.
There is something about the buzz of performing that I love. I am not a performer, but a little part of me wishes that I was.
It made me realise that two things I love – behind food and travel – are things I spend hardly anything on. Namely, books and music.
What am I doing about it? Well, obviously I’ve just been to (and paid for) two concerts. There’s nothing like the atmosphere of a live show. I want more of that. And next time a band I love comes to town, I won’t hesitate.
I’m also clearing out my book collection, which consists entirely of freebies and donations. Consequently there are very few items in there that I love. I’m tossing the chaff and clearing out my shelves. I might even buy a few reads that I know I’ll return to over and over again.
One thing I do feel bad about is the fact that T wanted to buy a band t-shirt; I told him to wait until after the show because he’d be too hot to wear an extra layer, but the line for the merchandise stall at the end of it was plain ridiculous. Or should I just be grateful we didn’t spend the $45?
I confess: this is one of my guilty pleasures.
But today I came across this cranking parody through Twitter. Might not mean much to non-NZers, but trust me, it’s right on target throughout the country (like a true Jafa, if you asked me where Porirua was, I’d venture a tentative “Near Wellington?”).
Unlike so many kiwi videos, it’s not completely cringeworthy. At least in my books.
There are two bands I want to see before I (or they, more likely) die.
Metallica and the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
And the former are winging over to NZ this October!
Had I not been 14, unemployed and under a parental thumb, I would have seen both at the best Big Day Out lineup ever. (There was also the Darkness, the Strokes and dozens of other mint bands that year, as I recall). Unfortunately, I still have never been to a real concert, barring pub gigs and the one Big Day Out I worked at which let me hear some acts from a distance.
Guys, I don’t think I can convey how excited I am. I first got introduced to Metallica in my first year of high school. We were in music class, learning the intro to Nothing Else Matters on little acoustic guitars.
“This isn’t so bad,” I thought.
I started downloading more and more Metallica, and discovered the world of metal. It was nowhere near as heavy as I thought. I actually enjoyed it. I started playing guitar.I spent hours spent learning the various solos to Fade to Black and being so thrilled when I could hammer out something resembling them.
Apparently, though – and I’m not so psyched about this – Fear Factory are opening the gig. Now, I’m not a total metalhead. I draw the line at Slipknot/Children of Bodom and other such acts. (I still count Michelle Branch and Whitney Houston among some of my favourite artists…not to mention NSYNC and the other pop artists of my childhood. S Club 7′s Don’t Stop Moving came on the radio this morning and I mouthed every single lyric along with it. That song still sounds fresh as the day it came out, IMO ) So sitting through FF is not going to be enjoyable at all; hopefully I can time it in order to arrive just before Metallica take the stage.
So T and I will be sitting in the upper bowl come October 13. Seriously, could I have asked for a better band to take my concert virginity? It’s a bit of a bummer that we have allocated seats – I couldn’t get general admission tickets, and doubt I’ll find any at a reasonable price on TradeMe now that both shows are sold out. Trust me: I tried. I barely managed to buy these two during the media presale…the second presale did not include GA tix, and the general sale? Well, despite having been online for half an hour ahead of time to prep, I still didn’t manage to get GA passes. Hell, there weren’t ANY tickets at all by the time my computer finally got through the line.
But maybe it’s for the best. Being trampled to death in a moshpit by sweaty bogans is not how I pictured leaving this world.
Anyway, I’m impatiently waiting for my tickets to arrive in the mail. So much for sending them out within a week: according to Ticketmaster, they’re still being printed and I should contact them if the passes don’t arrive two days before the event.