Scoreboard of Catan

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Something's in the air tonight...

...mark my words, something's about to break.

Yeah, my eardrums.

Last night's concert (Keane and Mat Kearney with The Helio Sequence opening) at DAR Constitution Hall was, in all honesty, painful. At the risk of sounding like a lame old man, it was just too loud. I have been to a lot of concerts over the years, many of which were hard rock and were very loud, but I think last night was the loudest of all. And for what? We are talking about Mat Kearney here, whose set was the loudest of the three, not Black Sabbath or Rage Against the Machine. Do you really need to bludgeon our ears to death with excessive volume for a set by a relatively mellow artist? Keane and Mat Kearney do not warrant that level of volume, not to mention the interior of Constitution Hall has really good acoustics. It's not an open-air arena where you have to worry about sound escaping. In this case, it had nowhere to go other than make the audience wince and look for earplugs.

And it wasn't just loud, it was bad. I'm not talking about the performances, necessarily (although that is another issue), I am talking about the musical experience for the audience. In addition to the master volume being way too high, the balance and mixing of the instruments and vocals were way off. The bass was way too high, drowning out the vocals and all other instruments, risking to bring down the structure of the theatre due to the consistently powerful vibrations. The bass guitar and the bass of the drum were way too high. Painfully so.

It's just too bad that the audio levels and volume were such a distraction from what could have been a great concert. Kearney played some new songs and seemed genuinely excited about releasing his new album. His quick comments about one of his songs being featured on Grey's Anatomy (and therefore popping up on radio stations across the country) was funny and I personally appreciated it. It was something to the effect of "You work so hard on these songs, pour your heart into them, write them about life and love and friends and family, and then some producer comes up to you and says 'We should have doctors make out to that,' and you say, 'uhh... ok?'" The new songs sounded good, albeit moving closer to the pop rock genre in my opinion, and I wanted to go out and buy his new album and have him sign it, but that didn't happen.

Then there was Keane. The cherubic Brits rocking out on pianos and now guitars as well. Tom Chaplin clearly has a great voice that creates the signature sound of the band, I'm not going to contest that. But he sure does love the spotlight and the attention. He started out buy winning over the crowd by talking about how excited they were to be here in DC again and to be playing here. His bubbly demeanor made everyone think he was in a great mood and was loving life and loving sharing this experience with us, the audience. But the extended pauses after the songs so that he could soak up the applause got a little old after, say, the third time he did it. This wasn't after the final song or after the encore. It was after every song. That comes across as a but egotistical to me.

Regardless, they put on a good show, played everyone's favorites, had people singing along, although I am sure it was difficult because of the beating our ears had taken during Kearney's performance. The only other comment I will make is that even though it is understandable, it still annoys me when a band takes time out of their concert to wax political. If you have a strong opinion about political issues or countries or foreign policy, fine, you're welcome to have an opinion and use your status as a rock star to talk about it (as I am sure I would do if I were in their position), I just wish you wouldn't do it during the concert. Tell Rolling Stone what you think about Obama and the political climate in America. I paid money to hear you play your music live, not get a political lecture from a musician from Britain. That's all I am saying.

In all, good night in general. Note for future DAR shows: don't plan on eating the food provided downstairs. Options are lukewarm italian sausage in a soggy bun with some onions and peppers sprinkled on top or awful tasting, bone-dry chicken tenders with no dipping sauce. Both come with fries and cost $13 each. There is no way that was worth 13 bucks, even for the convenience of eating at the show.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Guilty

One of my favorite blogs, Stuff White People Like, hit the nail on the head yet again with this analysis of a staple status symbol for white people: the Moleskin notebook.



When I was working at Barnes and Noble, we had a large feature display of these small, overpriced notebooks of varying sizes, binding and ruling. I thought they were ridiculous. But for one reason or another, when it came time to get a new notebook/journal for Bible study purposes (and possibly also for jotting down the endless stream of brilliant ideas I was planning on generating), what did I go with? That's right. The Moleskin. I'm not going to say I have regrets, but as Mr. Lander points out, there is a pretty distinct assumption made about individuals seen flaunting these notebooks at the local all-organic-free-trade coffee boutique. Favorite quote:
"One of the strangest side effects has been the puzzling situation whereby a white person will sit in an independent coffee shop with a Moleskine notebook resting on top of a Apple laptop..."
And there you have it. Called out. This guy right here. That's what I love about Lander's blog though. As a white man, reading the blog and thinking "man, that is so true," and realizing that he is saying I am pretty much the epitome of excessive creative/uber-educated postulating, I don't get mad, I think it is funny and healthy to accept objective criticism.

That particluar comment, however, immediately reminded me of one the funniest lines from Best in Show:

"'And I walked across the street and there you were...' 'Working on my Mac...' 'And I had my Mac..."
Hilarious. And this is why there are blogs like Stuff White People Like.

So if you see me or any other white person at your local Slutbucks or other indie/anti-mainstream beverage establishment with my Mac laptop open, furiously and insightfully scribbling in our Moleskine, if you choose to interrupt us midstream-of-consciousness, do so at your own risk. The results may be unpredictable and could be catastrophic.

Above the Law

Apparently the DC cops are whining about these things called laws being enforced... oh, the difference is that this time, they are the ones breaking the rules, not a member of the general public.  So, of course, they expect special treatment.  They think that since they have a badge, they can park illegally in Judiciary Square and not get a ticket.

“I just couldn’t believe a fellow police officer would tell me he was giving me a ticket without even let me explain some of the circumstances,”

Yeah, about that.  The way it works for the "rest of us" is that if there isn't a legal parking space open in front of the place we need to go, whether that is the courthouse or Dr. Spanky's Waffl-o-rama, you go find a space that may in fact be farther away!!  Get used to it coppers.  Get your panties out of a wad and go park around the corner.  Or better yet, lobby for specially marked "cops-only" spaces right in front of the courthouse.  That's ultimately what you want anyways, right?  To make sure everyone knows you're special?  The gun and badge aren't enough validation for you?