The City Veins

Since everything written in a language other than English seems to carry more weight with it, and I’ve seen this written many times in the last few days in my native tongue, I decided to try to describe my Radiohead experience con my limited vocabulary de Espanol.  I feel as if I’m beating a dead horse because everyone and their grandmother has a story about their Nissan Pavilion experience from sunday night, but we need content.

We (me, girlfriend Rachel, and friends Joe and Sean) left for the concert at 5:30 and got there at 7:30.  That was very good time compared to others, and I will credit exit 43b off of I-66.  I hear 44 was very, very bad (www.pastaprima.net for reference), but getting there for us was relatively easy.  We got to the show in time to see Liars.  I hate them.  I hear they are an acquired taste, but I’m not there yet.  And this relates to a general problem I have with Indie bands that base their music around beats; that just because beats happen to be the focus of your music (as opposed to vocal melody or guiatr work) does not mean your beats are good or innovative.  The guy sitting on South Capitol beating on a trash-can lid writes beats that trounce Liars, and he is not getting paid for playing in front of 8,000 people.  So for me they had nothing.

Radiohead was awesome.  (Don’t believe me?  Go here: www.radiohead-notforprofit.com) Paranoid Android is the best song ever.  ever.  Light show was very good, and the deep red lighting made me feel as if it was very, very warm.  I was in the Radiohead womb.

Getting home took 4 hours.  We got back at 3:00, which is about 3 hours after I wanted to be home.  I did not like that at all.  Oh, and I woke up the next morning to find that my car window was smashed in, but I drove to work anyway, with rain gushing in the window.