#TEEN SUICIDE BAND SHITT FREE#

I downloaded Curdled Milk from her Bandcamp while curating a show on KZSC focused on bedroom pop: homemade music circulated through the internet that occasionally gets the likes of Sky Ferreira or Will Toledo launched onto a serious music label. IвЂ™m no an expert on Dollanganger, so I wonвЂ™t extrapolate beyond my immediate prior experience with her: If she couldnвЂ™t make these internet kids move around, no one could, as no one of the other coming bands had deeper links to dance, pop, or club music.ДЄeon Fux is a personal friend to the much more popular and prominent Nicole Dollanganger, who sounds much different. It was a solid opener, and her novel sound managed to move the growing crowd of teens, swaying along to the afro-futurist space succubusвЂ™s songs. Her set involved playing her instrumentals from her laptop, and a range of vocal delivery from masterful neo-soul to aggressive rapping in Spanish. (I am at a loss for words at describing what genres she blends together, but a VICE article about her includes the tag вЂњbig epic lesbian space opera.вЂќ) ItвЂ™s very strange, but also makes complete sense considering the artistвЂ™s background. The first is an alum of the Evergreen State College who sang in a symphonic metal band before moving into more Soundcloud-friendly bleepy bloopy doomsoul solo-route. New Year New Band Name ! August 25, 2016ДЇor $12, you would see 4 groups of musicians: Aeon Fux, Nicole Dollanganger, Teen Suicide, and Elvis Depressedly closing. *triumph the dog voice* for me to poop on! /avrYMnzmpI Hmmm I gotta say.I hate that ideaрџ‚рџ‚nah im playin, its a good policyвЂ¦. Once inside, I immediately sat on a bench between a group of Tall Adults and someone who had a bit too much to drink beforehand the Vera didnвЂ™t serve alcoholic beverages. In the presence of all these high schoolers, I felt like a damn dad, dorky, underdressed, and with too much respect for public property. I would later see them that night playing in the strongly chlorinated reflecting pool outside. I was getting dizzy.ДЄlong the entrance, a long line of fashionable teens was strung out, jittering with excitement nearby, some skate punks did some middling tricks, maybe to impress some girls. Getting to the general area took around 20 minutes, but an additional 20 was needed to find it, as the entrance is tucked away from lousy tourists like me.

#TEEN SUICIDE BAND SHITT FREE#

ItвЂ™s a local all-ages venue and community resource run by volunteers that also hosts free classes on music journalism, screen-printing, and other impressive things that the youth are very hip to these days.

The Vera Project lies in Lower Queen Anne, next to Seattle landmarks like KEXP Studios, the Space Needle, and Key Arena. Once there, I quickly mooched from my host a tortilla, almond butter, and a banana to make a desperate manвЂ™s peanut butter and banana sandwich, and rushed out. I boarded the bus that would take me to an Airbnb in Belltown, located smack-dab between Pike Place Market and Lower Queen Anne. Maybe this was an expensive mistake on my end to see Teen Suicide, one of my favorite bands on the planet. Was the train from Vancouver to Bellingham, and bus from there to Seattle, mixed with the cost of an Airbnb, worth it? Or was I just giving myself an endless hassle for little comeback? The time was 3:30pm, and I would have only two more bao to eat until the show ended at 11. I couldnвЂ™t tell, but the glossy image of someone being beat down under the portrait of Chairman Mao was unpromising. As I bit into my second bao, an old Chinese lady handed me what is probably anti-communist literature. I was armed with 4 baozi to last me until God knows when, and I was scared my two bags of luggage would draw me strange looks if I took them into the Uwajimaya across the street.

I was haunted by these flaws while waiting in King St. Seeing shows, even as someone who should avidly consume music like a college radio snob should, is too much of a chore, and this admission has drawn some strange looks from friends and associates. IвЂ™ve bought tickets to see Noodles, Titus Andronicus, and Little Dragon, and stayed home instead.

Death Grips at the Catalyst was a claustrophobic, rowdy nightmare for which I might have been too sober to live through. At the risk of of aggressively name-dropping shows IвЂ™ve seen, eating only one meal the day I saw cult heroes Neutral Milk Hotel almost ruined the occasion I had to sit down for most of the show, and God only knows how much worse it could have been provided the general admission to the venue didnвЂ™t have seating. My relationship with live music is tainted by a select number of personality flaws: impatience, constant tiredness (and the desire to sit down most of the time), the inability to eat in a routine fashion (resulting in weakness at the most inopportune times), and anxiety towards fitting into crowds.

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