Sat 29 Nov – M83, School of Seven Bells
So it goes:
- Waited in line for two hours because I seriously had nothing left to do in Hollywood.
- When the doors opened, I eskewed the option to go to the restroom and got up front by the fence, where the camerapeople hoard about alongside the edge of the stage. I did not regret the decision, though the cameramen moving about in front of the fence were a bit distracting.
- Yay, I'm in front!
- CAN is the pre-show warm-up music. Odd choice, but I like CAN so I'm not complaining.
- Standing up for an hour by yourself surrounded by people, waiting for a show to start is not as easy as it seems. Wanted to start conversation with surrounding strangers but don't know what to say.
- They're still playing CAN. I nervously tap a wadded up newspaper on my knee to the beat.
- There is alot of people up in the balcony seats. I don't think I would ever voluntarily want to sit up there. The floor is still relatively open, but there was no way I would get back my privileged up-front position should I ever decide to move. I stay in position.
- The girl standing to the left of me notes to her friends that her wrists are tiny. I show her that mine are actually even thinner. Afterwards, I realise I should be embarassed by my wrists and not be showing them to people. We never speak again.
- Curtain rises. School of Seven Bells start. They have no drummer and rely on a drum machine. Immediately they kick off with a steady beat. Something to dance to.
- I liked them by their second song. Maybe it's their resemblance in sound to My Bloody Valentine or at least their Loveless-ending "Soon".
- Okay, their guitarwork sounds ALOT like MBV.
- ALOT.
- But it sounds good nonetheless. One of the better opening bands I've seen in recent time. They kind of stick to one sound, but it's a mesmerising one.
- The camera people really are distracting, especially during the quieter moments when the clicking of their cameras is more audible than anything coming through on the PA system.
- I notice the members of M83 off-stage to the right. SoSB continues to croon while the crowd continues to swoon.
- Their set ends. Curtain falls to whooping catcalls.
- CAN is being played again. Even more, it's the same songs! I suspect foul play.
- I overhear the couple behind me talking about MBV. I join in. The conversation moves on to Slint. The people here have good taste.
- Conversation ends. I stare awkwardly at the curtain.
- The curtain is actually really dirty but no one ever notices.
- I can hearing guitar from the closed-off stage.
- The girl beside me looks about like her cat just died. I really hope a pet of hers didn't actually die.
- The thought pops into my head I should shave my facial hair soon.
- No sooner, the curtain rises. And there is... M83!
- Change of pace from SoSB's danciness. M83 kicks things off with their soaring epics, one of the begining tracks from Dead Cities... I also recall "Moon Child".
- They move onto music from "Saturdays=Youth".
- I don't have a good enough memory to recall their setlist but all I can say is they played stuff from all of their more recent albums, starting with Dead Cities... They played "Gone".
- "Gone" transitions into "Teen Angst". I am really, really happy they played "Teen Angst". I think that was about when the crowd really started moving around a bit.
- They closed the set with more foot-stompers. The crowd really seems to be getting off at this point. It didn't seem like the bar was very popular either. Pure energy.
- Encore: "Couleurs".
- This was a really good show. I kinda wished they closed with "Lower Your Eyelids to Die With the Sun". Hell, I'd say I really wished they/he did, but whatever. The show reminds me of the feelings I got when I saw Sigur Ros in Arizona, though the energy was completely different. But there's no doubt these bands live leave you with a glow.
- Crowd leaves in a warmed daze towards the exits, excited and soothed all the same, like the spiritual come-down from some form of psychedelic drug they had collectively induced not more then 2 1/2 hours ago. Left behind: a floor of littered drink cups and confetti'd gloss card flyers that nobody will ever, ever read. Oh yeah, post-show PA music: more CAN.