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Ataris concert
Nov. 7th, 2003 07:47 pmRobin declined to go. I moped around the dorm a bit looking for company, but East is not the best place to find hardcore fans of emo/ punk/ mainstream/ whatever-the-Ataris-are-considered fans. So I grabbed some earplugs (on Victoria's suggestion) and headed down.
I wandered in, got frisked, sat down, and approximately 3 seconds later the lights dimmed and Vendetta Red began their set. Immediately I was thankful for two things. First, the bass was not only so loud that I could feel it in my chest, but I could also feeling it moving my shirt, pants, and arm hairs. I thus realized that Robin would be infinitely happier doing her Foo-yah than suffering that, and put her absense out of my mind. I was also thankful for the earplugs that reduced the volume from icepick-to-the-eardrum level to loud-but-bearable level.
Vendetta Red was okay. Mostly it seemed like bass and a screaming lead singer, neither of which I appreciate, but they also had some decent melodic pieces. I kinda felt sorry for them, though, because they were very much upstaged by the Ataris, and their fanbase could have been better. I did, of course, hear some calls of "The Ataris suck, yeah Vendetta Red!" Not my sentiments.
The Ataris opened with a song I don't know, then segued immediately into 1-15-96. Frankly, I consider this song to be the best piece the Ataris have ever done. I stood up with the crowd, and would have crowded the stage if my side of the theatre hadn't had the Aisle Nazi From Hell for a security guard. If you even looked like you were thinking of walking farther forward than your assigned row, she'd glare and wave her finger violently at you. So I stayed in my place, put my hands in the air and waved them like I don't care. The music washed over me, and it was all worth it. They played a mix of old and new, playing the crowd by leaving San Dimas HS Football Rules for their encore, and dragging a fan out of the audience to play guitar.
It's really a pity that their best-known song, The Boys of Summer, is not their own. They've got so much that they deserve credit for, and they do a good job with that song, but it's not their best. I was also struck hard by Summer Wind Was Always Our Song, and tried to submerge myself in the music, to banish the memories and dry up the tears, but I failed. I'm glad no one was paying attention to me. (Edit: actually, I think it was The Saddest song that got to me worst.)
I returned to the dorm in a much better mood than I left it, and today has done nothing to squelch that mood. It will be a good weekend.
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I wandered in, got frisked, sat down, and approximately 3 seconds later the lights dimmed and Vendetta Red began their set. Immediately I was thankful for two things. First, the bass was not only so loud that I could feel it in my chest, but I could also feeling it moving my shirt, pants, and arm hairs. I thus realized that Robin would be infinitely happier doing her Foo-yah than suffering that, and put her absense out of my mind. I was also thankful for the earplugs that reduced the volume from icepick-to-the-eardrum level to loud-but-bearable level.
Vendetta Red was okay. Mostly it seemed like bass and a screaming lead singer, neither of which I appreciate, but they also had some decent melodic pieces. I kinda felt sorry for them, though, because they were very much upstaged by the Ataris, and their fanbase could have been better. I did, of course, hear some calls of "The Ataris suck, yeah Vendetta Red!" Not my sentiments.
The Ataris opened with a song I don't know, then segued immediately into 1-15-96. Frankly, I consider this song to be the best piece the Ataris have ever done. I stood up with the crowd, and would have crowded the stage if my side of the theatre hadn't had the Aisle Nazi From Hell for a security guard. If you even looked like you were thinking of walking farther forward than your assigned row, she'd glare and wave her finger violently at you. So I stayed in my place, put my hands in the air and waved them like I don't care. The music washed over me, and it was all worth it. They played a mix of old and new, playing the crowd by leaving San Dimas HS Football Rules for their encore, and dragging a fan out of the audience to play guitar.
It's really a pity that their best-known song, The Boys of Summer, is not their own. They've got so much that they deserve credit for, and they do a good job with that song, but it's not their best. I was also struck hard by Summer Wind Was Always Our Song, and tried to submerge myself in the music, to banish the memories and dry up the tears, but I failed. I'm glad no one was paying attention to me. (Edit: actually, I think it was The Saddest song that got to me worst.)
I returned to the dorm in a much better mood than I left it, and today has done nothing to squelch that mood. It will be a good weekend.
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