Oct/090
DAN DEACON @ THE EAGLE ROCK CENTER FOR PERFORMING ARTS 10/16/2009
Wow.
So on the bill was Moses Campbell (rad), Nuclear power plants (holy shit, dronemetalravepunk), and DAN FREAKIN’ DEACON.
This was literally one of the greatest shows ever, and I am only blogging about it at 2:00 AM because I want to put my feelings out there fresh off the presses. Pictures hopefully soon.
Sweatiest, danciest, most crowd participatingiest show ever, complete with EPIC lights and dance marathons. So visceral, and loud, and I felt like I was consumed into the crowd to become a self aware hive mind of ROCK. It was seriously primal and full of incredible energy. I was right up next to Dan basically the whole show. For those not in the know, he basically sets up this cluster of rocking pedals and synths and lights and plays the entire show with his back to the crowd, but instead of onstage he is in the pit! I got a sweet Dan Deacon hug and I probably won’t ever wash my sweet demonbabies t-shirt now that it is imbued with the power of the Deacon Sweat™. Gross. Sorry.
He played some raging tunes (all of my faves, including Ohio!!!) and we did some crazy interpretive dances and a giant collaborative snake around the building project which I will call “They will know us by the trail of hipsters.” Maybe too difficult to explain, but trust~ it was incredible.
THEN THE BEST PART, which is maybe deserving of a separate post? I dunno… THE BEST PART (maybe even better than Dan Deacon? It’s tough… But certainly more “unique…”: I picked up these two dude hitch hikers outside of the show as I was leaving, who needed a ride to a bar. So I did what any normal, self respecting person would do! I took them. To a bar called “Footsies.” One was a pretty large dude with long hair, and the other was from Colombia. Both mid thirties. Both BLASTED. I drop them off and they insist that they buy me a beer. Each. Pretty funny. Colombia told me about his love life trials and tribulations, and they both kept introducing me to their friends as their hero. Lots of hugs with strangers. Lots of arms around my shoulder telling me about how I was a beautiful person and the beers wouldn’t be enough but somehow I’d be thanked for being so “beautiful.” One of their girlfriends grabbed my ass. I was offered many illegal narcotics. I was totally out of my element, but what a story, hey? I had my beers and I departed mysteriously into the night. PAY IT FORWARD, PEOPLE! So far my worst fears about them spiking my drinks have gone un-answered. Thank god. I LIVE TO TELL ANOTHER TALE!
Also the Dodgers won today. 1-1. My boys in blue dropped game one of the NLCS in 1988… The rest is history, heeehee.
Tomorrow UCLA vs. Cal at the rosebowl! I am going with my Cousin Matt, his girlfriend Adina, and my Aunt… They’re all big Cal fans, so I gotta step it up for the BRU-CREW! GO BRUINS.
Good night.