Forecast for the Future

"Every individual without exception bears a potential writer within himself. The reason is that everyone has trouble accepting the fact that he will disappear unheard of and unnoticed in an indifferent universe, and everyone wants to make himself into a universe of words before it's too late. 

Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not that far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding."

- Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Week 13, Concert Going Day 6: Blue Album Group Recap

This man made me happier than just about anything.

Last night I saw the second performance of the Blue Album Group, and it nearly brought me to tears. Conceived as a sort of "live through this" glance-back at an epochal touchstone of Young American life in the 1990s, the Blue Album Group Project carried not only a of significance for me, but also (of course) for their leader Imanant, as a sort of summation of a lifelong journey.

Channeling the DGC spirit

I hesitate to call the Blue Album Group a "tribute band", because there is something magical and special about what they do that runs in contrast to the common trappings of rote tribute band emulation. These boys, or men, or whatever, were not copying, mimicking or imitating Weezer; they channelled them, fed off of them, loved them. Seeing them perform last night was a certain type of ultimate postmodern experience: while seeing them move about the stage in practiced unison, I realized that at that moment I would far prefer to see Imanant and co. "doing Weezer" than Weezer themselves (which, it's worth noting, in 2008 would certain amount to no more than Weezer "doing Weezer" anyway). It's a strange thought in this age of approximation, archivalism, and extended memory, but one worth evaluating when imagining our lifegoals going forward. In any event, they were fun and made me feel good about everything in my life up until that point.

"What's with these homies, dissing my girl? Why do they gotta front?"

Tonight, everyone hears you.

Mark's solo was nearly a lifetaker.

No one was having as good of a time though as this guy down low.

Jay and I debate whether or not they should have played an encore.

Channeling something else: "Don't fuck with me, Beaumont."

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

omg who is that girl on the left? she's stunning.

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