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Silencio

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If you really thought I was going to go to the Prefuse show and have nothing to say about it, you’re insane! After this, I shall return to the hiatus already in progress…
(A quick note about the Farmer reunion…in keeping with the “chaste rules!” turn everything’s been taking lately, we met up at Lit (where we randomly ran into Jenny), got drunkish, and just talked for what feels like the first time in too long. With laughing and yelling and hugs. How fucking adult! And he’s being good for his girl in Merry Olde and I’m…I dunno. A big yay! for trying to have a real friendship and clearing the air. If anything, it strenghtens the thought I had the other week about going off on some “hey, we should still talk since it seemed like we were going to be at least decent friends for a while there” missions since I’ve been bad with cutting things off at the knees this year. If I can have a nice reconcilation with Farmer, anything should be possible.)
Concert numero uno was deep in the heart of the neighborhood I’d been doing a good job of avoiding until the last month or so, Williamsburg. There was last weekend’s party and an encounter with The Brit weeks ago and now The Director’s moved out there. Bah to it just the same.
Northsix is a weird venue — it’s like a cross between a high school gym and an auto body shop. I wandered around, staking out a nice spot on the wall near the bathroom and then getting annoyed when people took that as a cue to stand like an inch in front of me blocking up the aisle. Seriously, what’s up with that? I’ve hated that aspect about every show I’ve ever been to. I can’t be the only person in the world who would rather be farther than closer to other people. If there’s the space, there’s no point in being packed up like sardines. Give me some breathing room, please! And why does it always have to be some asshole who wants to flip her hair in your face/is 10 feet taller? Gah. Still, I’m happy I did the 5’7″ish conversion because the giants (and the midgety girls who love them) were out in full force. Are concerts really date activities? The last place I’d want a date is a show because unless I hate it and want to talk shit, I’ll be no doubt paying more attention to it than you. Concert going reminds me I fucking hate most concerts. They make me more curmudgeonly than usual. And since I’m already complaining, the crowd was ass too. It was fairly obvious most of them bought up the tickets because they’d heard One Word Extinguisher only (it was pretty well reviewed, you know) and besides that, Prefuse is cool, man. You know, I almost named this post “Surrounded By Statues” because that was what it was like during the set.
But on to the rest of it, I missed Beans because the weather was kinda crappy and I was running late and finally decided to cab it since it was around 10 and there was no way I’d get there before midnightish on my planned out route. I arrived as Four Tet got into it. He’s further proving a truism that every Kieran is super hot. He was doing the man at a console setup but he was bouncing all about so endearingly. I was thinking that I really should be doing something rather than staring at the stage since there really was nothing to see, but I was so locked into position by the hoardes that it was inevitable. I was amused by the copycat effect in the audience of “well, he’s freaking out on some beat, so maybe I should do that also!” I think I’d heard maybe one Four Tet song over the years, but now I’ve got to comb the catalog.
Next up was Battles, a group notable to me at first because a guest vocalist from Surrounded… is a member and I think he’s a friend of one of my Friendster to real life friends. I truthfully didn’t know what to expect, but it was ridiculous! A random concertgoer who I struck up a convo with asked me my opinion and I said: “it was like Living Colour got together and decided to do nothing but Tool covers.” For me, that would be camp out on the streets and enter every stupid contest under the sun and bribe/cheat/steal to get in on the awesomeness, so to say I liked it would be the understatement of the year. Take a wild guess about the last group I connected with so instantly. If you can see them, GO.
The venue had lost a fair amount of people by the time Prefuse and crew got on circa 12:45ish. Setup was two drum kits, bass, and shit too far in the back of the stage for me to see but what I assume was turntables, keyboards, and sampler. It was sublime to hear songs that I listened to nonstop every day for months/years. As far as I can recall, they did (in no particular order): Suite For The Way Things Change, Silencio, It’s Crowded, One Word Extinguisher, Perverted Undertones, I’ve Said All I Need To Say About Them, And I’m Gone, Plastic, I’ve Got No Time For Rearviews (i think?), and I’m sure I’m forgetting something. Wild men drummers were in the house that night and the main drummer was a monster. Prefuse would man the second kit or run behind the boards depending on the song. I actually do dance at shows…imagine that! Tyondai joined them doing…erm, I’m not really sure what, perhaps something new(?) as the encore and then I was out. Trendvickster and I shall do it all again tonight.

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  1. Can’t believe you would think of leaving us

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