Blitzen Trapper poster

[Jaguar]

the problem is, jag, that you're seeing scams where there are none.

Excuse me but how do you know? Apparently, there is enough concern over such practices to make it an issue in Washington and on CSPAN. Far from the first time in history that some company pulled games like this for profit. If you don't believe that than you need to do some research.

I'm not so sure about the people outside but, again, professional resellers are being taken to task by many of us due to conflicts of interest.

it's something i've taken issue with recently: one thing goes negative, and people see evil EVERYWHERE.  one kid has an allergic reaction to peanuts?  BAN ALL GROUNDNUTS EVERYWHERE.  a few extremist muslims brought down the world trade center?  ALL ARABS ARE TERRORISTS.  someone is scalping tickets on a street corner, something he's been doing for years?  HE OBVIOUSLY REPORTS DIRECTLY TO TICKETMASTER'S CEO.

What the Hell does this have to do with Arabs and peanuts? That's YOUR issue. You're lumping me in with many who think differently from me. That's the problem with painting with too broad of a brush. One issue does not necessarily coincide with another. Guess you have taken too much to heart the belief that ignorance is bliss. After awhile, it's not.



When you are in a pasture full of rosey glasses wearing sheeple, sometimes you have to point out things more than once. I know it's so much easier to pretend that all is fine and everyone has your best interest at heart but in the real world, that's not always so. In fact, I take issue with sheep who expect everyone to shut up and play along when eveything is not rosey. Again, those pulling scams expect you to keep your eyes and mouth shut and tow the line. I can't condone such actions.



Ba ba baaaa..... Tickmaster loves you!

[El Jefe Design]

SO.... how was the show?

[walkonby]

SO.... how was the show?

i mentioned to the bassist of bt, how much i love your (el jefe) posters, while him and the drummer were at the table selling merch, to which he just looked at me and said, "huh? . . . yeah . . . he's not here. "  sort of thought he was kind of strange, and when they took the stage, it was him that stood out the most.  everybody in the band evokes a commune of oregon youth with messed up hair, that drink only herbal tea and organic lagers, shop at the local goodwill and make it all seem cool.  but the bassist looked as if he didn't want to be there the entire set, and evoked an image of somehow he ended up in the wrong band on the nickelback tour with a corona in his hand.  bt is good.  ok, they are excellent; their music is a haunting new expression at the art of making sound from machines and voices from throats into microphones.  the writing is sheer brilliant.  damn that bassist for distracting me.  and also is it just me, or are there way too many members?

the crowd was so strange.  too many young people who appeared as if they have never been to a show before, and those annoying fucks who don't understand what not talking the entire show is about.  stay the fuck home and talk all you want.  plus the beards.  i have a beard, and it was nice to be in the presense of so many beards.  go beards.  somehow, i feel the black cat draws a type of people who are always attempting to be and look indie cool.  which is fine if that is who you are.  goth people are the same way.  they all are just so interesting.  go interesting people.  i'm pretty sure i was the only one in a phish shirt last night, and believe me i caught many the "dirty" looks. 

now i save the last paragraph for the opening band, alela diane.  wow.  jesus in the sky, i just said wow.  they wrapped me in their web of beauty, lyrics, basic stripped down acoustic folk bliss, leaving me staring in bopping head disbelief.  the clothes they wore, the drummer.  the ethereal girl in the dime store dress with oyster shell(?) necklace, stage left . . . i am in love with you.  that bass.  the drummer.  the father/daughter team, and when he brought out the mandolin, it was over.  her songs had meaning and substance, such as the ode to her mother.  toward the end of the night, as they sat at the mech table singing along to bt and were obviously getting tired, i just had to go on up, buy their cd and tell them "that it's bands such as them that i'm glad i come to shows early."     

i will be buying a poster, el jefe.  will they be signed as they were at the show?  if not, i am still buying one.  one hell of a show at the black cat, black cat . . . spare change for the homeless looking kids on the stage.

[Charlie Nakatestes, Japanese Golfer]

You should definitely write us more show reviews like this one!

SO.... how was the show?

i mentioned to the bassist of bt, how much i love your (el jefe) posters, while him and the drummer were at the table selling merch, to which he just looked at me and said, "huh? . . . yeah . . . he's not here. "  sort of thought he was kind of strange, and when they took the stage, it was him that stood out the most.  everybody in the band evokes a commune of oregon youth with messed up hair, that drink only herbal tea and organic lagers, shop at the local goodwill and make it all seem cool.  but the bassist looked as if he didn't want to be there the entire set, and evoked an image of somehow he ended up in the wrong band on the nickelback tour with a corona in his hand.  bt is good.  ok, they are excellent; their music is a haunting new expression at the art of making sound from machines and voices from throats into microphones.  the writing is sheer brilliant.  damn that bassist for distracting me.  and also is it just me, or are there way too many members?

the crowd was so strange.  too many young people who appeared as if they have never been to a show before, and those annoying fucks who don't understand what not talking the entire show is about.  stay the fuck home and talk all you want.  plus the beards.  i have a beard, and it was nice to be in the presense of so many beards.  go beards.  somehow, i feel the black cat draws a type of people who are always attempting to be and look indie cool.  which is fine if that is who you are.  goth people are the same way.  they all are just so interesting.  go interesting people.  i'm pretty sure i was the only one in a phish shirt last night, and believe me i caught many the "dirty" looks. 

now i save the last paragraph for the opening band, alela diane.  wow.  jesus in the sky, i just said wow.  they wrapped me in their web of beauty, lyrics, basic stripped down acoustic folk bliss, leaving me staring in bopping head disbelief.  the clothes they wore, the drummer.  the ethereal girl in the dime store dress with oyster shell(?) necklace, stage left . . . i am in love with you.  that bass.  the drummer.  the father/daughter team, and when he brought out the mandolin, it was over.  her songs had meaning and substance, such as the ode to her mother.  toward the end of the night, as they sat at the mech table singing along to bt and were obviously getting tired, i just had to go on up, buy their cd and tell them "that it's bands such as them that i'm glad i come to shows early."     

i will be buying a poster, el jefe.  will they be signed as they were at the show?  if not, i am still buying one.  one hell of a show at the black cat, black cat . . . spare change for the homeless looking kids on the stage.

[Vas Deferens]

Absolutely LOVED Alela Diane's set and her band. I was in awe throughout her set...I bailed after seeing Blitzen Trapper for an hour (good thing they played Furr and Not Your Lover within that hour). Maybe it's just me but they are not a very good live band...or they pick openers that are better than them

[Darth Ed]

Let's start the roll call thread for Alela Diane's next local concert appearance now. Count me in.

[Charlie Nakatestes, Japanese Golfer]

When I saw that she was opening, my ears perked up, but alas the show was already sold out.

Absolutely LOVED Alela Diane's set and her band. I was in awe throughout her set...I bailed after seeing Blitzen Trapper for an hour (good thing they played Furr and Not Your Lover within that hour). Maybe it's just me but they are not a very good live band...or they pick openers that are better than them

[sweetcell]

it's something i've taken issue with recently: one thing goes negative, and people see evil EVERYWHERE.  one kid has an allergic reaction to peanuts?  BAN ALL GROUNDNUTS EVERYWHERE.  a few extremist muslims brought down the world trade center?  ALL ARABS ARE TERRORISTS.  someone is scalping tickets on a street corner, something he's been doing for years?  HE OBVIOUSLY REPORTS DIRECTLY TO TICKETMASTER'S CEO.

What the Hell does this have to do with Arabs and peanuts?

a⋅nal⋅o⋅gy
   /əˈnælədʒi/  Pronunciation [uh-nal-uh-jee] 
?noun, plural -gies.
1.    a similarity between like features of two things, on which a comparison may be based: the analogy between the heart and a pump.
2.    similarity or comparability: I see no analogy between your problem and mine.
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5.    Logic. a form of reasoning in which one thing is inferred to be similar to another thing in a certain respect, on the basis of the known similarity between the things in other respects.
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Synonyms:
1. comparison, likeness, resemblance, similitude, affinity. 2. correspondence.

sorry it was lost upon you.

[El Jefe Design]

were they signed by the band? Were they selling the posters? How much? I am glad that bands can make a little coin selling them, not enough do.

They are all signed by me if that matters to you and they are lower numbers. Plus you get a free sticker!

[Jaguar]

It wasn't at all lost on me but when you accused me of believing in things that I absolutely do not believe in, I refused to accept that. Analogy or not, it creates the idea to others that anyone calling bullshit on corruption is crazy. WRONG!

It's no secret that there are plenty of companies operating scams to jack up profits. If you prefer to play nice with them and accept that, that's fine with me but very unfair to all the bands and fans who are affected. Ends up having a negative impact on the majority. But go ahead and play along. That's on you. My sense of ethics find that appalling.

If it makes you feel better to think of me donning a funny hat, than go ahead. It's much better taking that chance by speaking out than being screwed up the ass, the way you sheeple love it best.

[sweetcell]

It wasn't at all lost on me but when you accused me of believing in things that I absolutely do not believe in, I refused to accept that. Analogy or not, it creates the idea to others that anyone calling bullshit on corruption is crazy. WRONG!

then the analogy was lost upon you, because i never said that you believed that crap about terrorists and/or peanuts.  i was comparing those hysterias to that of seeing all scalpers as being TM lackeys - AKA equally over the top and in need of moderation.  i'm entirely in favor of calling BS on corruption, but let's make sure the accusation is founded.

It's no secret that there are plenty of companies operating scams to jack up profits. If you prefer to play nice with them and accept that, that's fine with me but very unfair to all the bands and fans who are affected. Ends up having a negative impact on the majority. But go ahead and play along. That's on you. My sense of ethics find that appalling.

again, i'm against this mergers and greedy corporations.  i'm also against seeing unfounded conspiracies everywhere.  but that's me.   my sense of reality finds your outlook appalling

If it makes you feel better to think of me donning a funny hat, than go ahead. It's much better taking that chance by speaking out than being screwed up the ass, the way you sheeple love it best.

please, speak out.  we need more people with strong voices and willing to stand up.  i admire this in you, just not the extreme to which i believe you are taking it.

i'll shut up now.

[walkonby]

were they signed by the band? Were they selling the posters? How much? I am glad that bands can make a little coin selling them, not enough do.

They are all signed by me if that matters to you and they are lower numbers. Plus you get a free sticker!

i saw multiple signatures, so i was assuming they were the band's.  they were ten dollars and nice sized.  i tried to grab one as i was leaving . . . bt wasn't even finished yet, and they were all gone.   

one thing i left out of my post about the show, because when i wrote it this morning i was suffering massive attacks of the hangover blues, from an evening starting with mojitos at the hotel bar > half a bottle of pinot blanc at dinner > beers at the show > nightcap beer back at the hotel bar, was my INCREDIBLE experience at the hotel i stayed at.  not sure i will divulge the name of the place or the room number; i'm sure the hotel would not be too thrilled.  i wanted to say something to the concierge this morning, but my partner would not let me. 

so here is how it all went.  first of all the hotel has gone through a total renovation (which makes sense to the story).  they don't like such things.  as i was leaving for the show, a show on the tv about the paranormal came on.  at the show, my coat check number was 666.  on the way back to the hotel after the show, the cab driver was blasting holy roller jesus music (which was a first after years of using cabs).  i drink plenty of water then fall asleep.  in my dream the following happens:  i was trapped in a large old house, with many hallways, lots of rooms, and various people of differnent characteristics wandering about questioning why i was there.  i was holding a large leather book that had light strips which would blink on an off in certain orders, as if looking at the book was like standing on a sidewalk staring up at a tall building watching the lights go on and off in certain floor windows.  a man with a fat face sat beside me, pointed to specific part of the book (closely relative to the floor i was staying on) and said what are those lights for?  i replied that they represent ghosts in relation to people, and that this light was for me . . . . at which point the dream stopped.  i felt as if i was being suddenly smothered in my dream and overtaken with that horrible supernatural "presense" when you know that you are not alone.  i have felt it before but this was the strongest it has ever come across.  i awoke instantly, but the smothering sensation and the "presense" were still there, as strong as ever.  i could not move, the room was freezing, and i began to panic because my brain put a to b instantly, knowing exactly what was happening.  i was NOT alone in that room.  someone was attempting to make contact but my fear overpowered it and pushed it away.  it was all over within a minute.  i fell as if i missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime to be my own sylvia brown, who just happen to be on the mike and juliet show this morning.  oh well, there is always next time . . . and i will request that room number again. 

[Charlie Nakatestes, Japanese Golfer]

How do you feel about terrorists and/or peanuts?

were they signed by the band? Were they selling the posters? How much? I am glad that bands can make a little coin selling them, not enough do.

They are all signed by me if that matters to you and they are lower numbers. Plus you get a free sticker!

i saw multiple signatures, so i was assuming they were the band's.  they were ten dollars and nice sized.  i tried to grab one as i was leaving . . . bt wasn't even finished yet, and they were all gone.   

one thing i left out of my post about the show, because when i wrote it this morning i was suffering massive attacks of the hangover blues, from an evening starting with mojitos at the hotel bar > half a bottle of pinot blanc at dinner > beers at the show > nightcap beer back at the hotel bar, was my INCREDIBLE experience at the hotel i stayed at.  not sure i will divulge the name of the place or the room number; i'm sure the hotel would not be too thrilled.  i wanted to say something to the concierge this morning, but my partner would not let me. 

so here is how it all went.  first of all the hotel has gone through a total renovation (which makes sense to the story).  they don't like such things.  as i was leaving for the show, a show on the tv about the paranormal came on.  at the show, my coat check number was 666.  on the way back to the hotel after the show, the cab driver was blasting holy roller jesus music (which was a first after years of using cabs).  i drink plenty of water then fall asleep.  in my dream the following happens:  i was trapped in a large old house, with many hallways, lots of rooms, and various people of differnent characteristics wandering about questioning why i was there.  i was holding a large leather book that had light strips which would blink on an off in certain orders, as if looking at the book was like standing on a sidewalk staring up at a tall building watching the lights go on and off in certain floor windows.  a man with a fat face sat beside me, pointed to specific part of the book (closely relative to the floor i was staying on) and said what are those lights for?  i replied that they represent ghosts in relation to people, and that this light was for me . . . . at which point the dream stopped.  i felt as if i was being suddenly smothered in my dream and overtaken with that horrible supernatural "presense" when you know that you are not alone.  i have felt it before but this was the strongest it has ever come across.  i awoke instantly, but the smothering sensation and the "presense" were still there, as strong as ever.  i could not move, the room was freezing, and i began to panic because my brain put a to b instantly, knowing exactly what was happening.  i was NOT alone in that room.  someone was attempting to make contact but my fear overpowered it and pushed it away.  it was all over within a minute.  i fell as if i missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime to be my own sylvia brown, who just happen to be on the mike and juliet show this morning.  oh well, there is always next time . . . and i will request that room number again. 

[walkonby]

removed by poster.  horrible thing to say.  simply horrible.

[killsaly]

go beards.  somehow, i feel the black cat draws a type of people who are always attempting to be and look indie cool.  which is fine if that is who you are.  goth people are the same way.  they all are just so interesting.  go interesting people.  i'm pretty sure i was the only one in a phish shirt last night, and believe me i caught many the "dirty" looks. 

Yay for the beard love! Good review of the show.

I would definitely rather be in a room full of indie kids trying to be cool than a room of Goth kids trying not to be cool.

Too bad i caught a bit of the consumption this weekend, and didnt go to work yesterday, which meant i had to skip out on BT this time.  As they say, the band always comes back.