How to celebrate Valentines

This post comes late, and I apologize, but I’ve been so busy living that I forget to leave a trail of my words behind me. I’m very much caught up in the moment, with little regard to what’s ahead or behind me.

Last weekend was valentines day, and I’m not really the sappy type but for some reason this year was tugging at me, reminding me. Maybe because I know so many couples…but then again I feel I always have. Valentines day often reminds me of this time when I was 16 and received a massive bouquet of roses from a boy I had been desperately trying to avoid. This time of year makes me feel mostly… awkward. That’s the best way to describe it probably.

So it was completely amazing and perfect that Jack got me tickets to see Of Montreal. Probably one of the weirdest bands to witness live, and also one of the most fun! So we did the usual dinner thing on Friday, but come Sunday night I was feeling pretty jazzed about getting on down to the Haunt and dancing with a beer in hand.

The beginning didn’t make sense but that’s the point I guess. All the band members, excluding Kevin Barnes, came out on stage. Rebecca started saying things but her southern twang was so strong no one could understand what she said, yet agreed enthusiastically with anything that sounded to be posed as a question. I can’t decide if this fake accent was funnier because we are in England…I also wondered if maybe people thought that’s how she actually spoke…

Then Kevin Barnes, ‘the greatest singer in the world’, was called onto the stage and we screamed. We clapped. We tried to prepare ourselves for the magic.

Of course wacky costumes were intertwined, Kevin was wearing some sort of cape that made him look like royalty. We danced for a couple of hours, watched the odd animations flicker beyond the band on the back wall, cheered loudly and managed to get an encore out of it. I was pretty much dumbstruck and starry eyed the whole time, that’s how awesome they are. Kevin managed to remove his cape and white shirt throughout the show, and then re-entered wearing a silver sparkle sequin jacket and some rather tight psychedelic looking trousers.

I think we were all pretty happy with the evening. I left smiling and giggling and bursting with excitement.

So that is how I chose to celebrate Valentines day weekend. With beer, Of Montreal, and a really cool boyfriend who understands my strange musical obsessions.


Warpaint, Warpaint, Warpaint.

When I first saw the advertisement telling me Warpaint would be at the Brighton Dome this month, I pretty much ran home immediately and bought tickets.

I first heard this band a few years ago when a friend sent me the song “undertow”.

I fell in love immediately. This is a four piece girl band, and there is a dark and eerie vibe they give off that attracted me most. Heavy bass, dreamy melodies, and echoey voices. It was like nothing I had ever listened to before. I was hooked.

Now, when these four ladies stepped onstage, I didn’t know what to expect. If their moody tunes would match their personalities onstage. But they were a rather fun loving bunch, teasing the audience and dancing around the stage. At one point someone yelled for them to take off their shirts. This was deflected with class and with a rather pointed “no”. There was laughter but it was sarcastic. These women are musicians, better than many men out there. Yet even when they take the stage to bring the audience something beautiful that they have meticulously crafted in garages or basements or studios…talent is ignored and tits are the centre of attention.

I have to say I was offended for them. But they quickly went into another song, drums slamming and guitar strings plucking. Beyond badass, the comment was forgotten within moments. The music is why we were here together under this roof.

The best thing about this group is their obvious chemistry. They just seem to be four best friends having a jam session, enjoying the flow of the music and even laughing. I could see them whispering to each other while playing, huge smiles on their faces. It was basically like watching a scene from GIRLS, if Hannah, Marnie, Shosh and ┬áJessa were in a band – they would be like Warpaint. Actually, what is freaky is how much the bass player TRULY looks like Jessa. I did a double take.

So at one point the lights were turned up and we had a dance party. They actively told the audience…we can see you…making us feel almost naked. It was a perfect way to get back at the idiot who asked for clothing to be removed. A subtle ‘fuck you’ to anyone who doubts the power of females and their ability to make some amazing beats. It ended perfectly, although bittersweet. Because who really wants an evening with Warpaint to ever come to a close?

So I left with a brain full of happy thoughts, and I dreamt of beaches and sand and dancing barefoot.