Fanny (Be Tender With My Love)

"The" concert was last night.
First, I will talk about Death Cab -
When the hell did this band lose so much weight? Chris has always been pretty skinny, but now all of a sudden he looks like an extra from Trainspotting. I wasn't aware that it was possible for a man cheekbones to resemble Twiggy's cheekbones more than David Bowie. I mean, it's fine, he still looks good, but it was just weird. I wish I got a picture of those cheekbones. Ben lost a lot of weight too. Did they all become vegan again? Who the hell cares. He has mutton chops. Seeing Death Cab made me more sure of many things, but one of them was my notion that the newest way to be an indie rock star is to dress like a 70s porn star. Nick Harmer doesn't have weird devil curls at his hair line anymore, so that's cool I guess. Jason looks exactly like I expected him to. Good job Jason for keeping it consistent. Is it weird that I actually kind of find this band hot now? I guess I have a thing for heroin addicts and porn stars.
Now, for the music... They opened with "Marching Bands of Manhattan" like I figured. They played "We Laugh Indoors" which made me pretty happy, but didn't surprise me. They played "Marching Bands..," "I Will Follow You Into The Dark," "Soul Meets Body," and "Crooked Teeth" off of Plans, "The New Year," "Tiny Vessels," and "Transatlantacism," off of Transatlantacism, and the rest was off of Narrow Stairs. They played exactly what I thought they would. They didn't play "Sound of Settling," though, which kind of surprised me. They also didn't play "We Looked Like Giants," which didn't surprise me, but it was dissapointing. I don't think I forgot anything else. The set list was fine. That part wasn't dissapointing, because it was expected. But here's the thing - they started playing "Tiny Vessels," which is one of my favourite songs, and I realised that I was getting absoloutely nothing out of this performance. The only thing I noticed different from the entire set from the recorded versions of all the songs was a key change in the instrumental in Transatlantacism. Now, I know nothing about music, so it's quite possible that I'm full of shit, but regardless... I saw a band I've
been waiting to see for 5 years and it didn't really do anything for me. The only thing that I really "gained" from the whole performance was the change of hearing Matt and Sacha butcher "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" over Ben's vocals while they were standing behind me. I'm sure they would have done that for me while I listened to a CD and not charge me 80 dollars. Okay, now I sound angry.. I'm not really, just dissapointed I guess. I love live music because of the raw quality to it; there was nothing raw about this performance. I mean, of course, I'm super glad I saw them, and it was still a good set, but I don't know... I feel like I should be wowed. I need to see them headline a show, and not in a stadium. Then I'll make a final decision on DCFC live.
Neil Young was awesome. I can't really say anything else about Neil Young. I'm curious to know which crowd smoked more weed though - Neil Young or Foo Fighters, because man, People started lighting joints as soon as Ben Gibbard walked off stage. I also held up a lighter into the sky like a tool for the first time, too. I sat through "Old Man" without doing it successfully, but as soon as he covered "A Day in the Life," I just had to.
I didn't really try to take good pictures at the show because I didn't want to get kicked out. I only used my flash a few times, and I was too far back to get anything decent. These are mostly just here as decoartion, and so I can say "I took a picture of Neil Young."


In other news, I still need a job really bad, I'm still doing nothing with my life, and my dad is still recovering from his surgery. Tomorrow, I hope I remember to take a picture of his wound/scar when he's getting the bandages changed; it's pretty intense. I love when wounds have that weird yellow dye all around the skin from marking the area during surgery or whatever it is that that crap is supposed to do. The cut is still pretty fresh and gross looking; it's pretty cool. My dad's not on morphine drip anymore, so he's kind of an ass again, but he likes me when I bring him cheeseburgers and Nintendo DS games, so that's cool. I finally took that picture from his window.
Lastly, if you're wondering where the title of this entry came from, you should probably listen to the BeeGees more often. Fuck, I love you Barry Gibb.