As many of you know, Jen’s having a great week. Her Red Sox clinched the series over the Angels to make the semi-finals (or whatever you call them…? I have no idea what I’m talking about in baseball-speak)–and just one week ago, she was inches away from the grass watching them win the first game of that beautiful winning series.
I wasn’t with her that night. Instead, I was trucking my junk over to the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium, an oldie-but-goodie LA venue better known for punk rock shows in the 80s than shoegaze reunions, to see My Bloody Valentine. Many of the friends alongside me had had the wherewithal to see them sixteen years ago (before the period I would refer to as “Valentineless,” if it didn’t sound so lametarded) but having missed that opportunity, I had no idea what to expect besides… bliss.
If you can imagine bliss at a volume that goes to eleven (and then times eleven), ripples through the body like an audio tsunami, rushes through your eyes to make you weep without warning (I know this sounds like a mushroom trip, but it wasn’t), then my expectations were right on.
I’ve been floating on the high now for a week, and so happy to see that Eric over at Giant Robot had a similar reaction as well–blogging a review a week after the fact JUST LIKE ME.
I guess we’re not all Loveless, after all.
Filed under: A Week Later Still High, Audio Tsunamis, Bliss, Boston Red Sox, Concerts, Eric Nakamura, Great Minds Think Alike, Loveless, My Bloody Valentine, Punk Rock, Santa Monica Civic Auditorium, Symbiosis
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