This Morning Hurts
Damn. I woke up this morning thinking that this must be what a linebacker feels like on Monday morning. My whole body just aches. And while it’s true that I was aurally pummeled last night by a tremendous triple-bill of Kylesa, Planes Mistaken for Stars, and High on Fire, it’s not like I was bustin’ skulls in the mosh pit or anything. I only had three drinks, I smoked no cigarettes. So wtf? Yet for whatever reason I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.
I was real depressed most of the day yesterday, for some reason. Nothing in particular, just feeling stressed out and ill at ease. I had Part Two of my Left Hand Path post about 3/4 complete, but felt no desire to finish it last night, nor do I today, at least as of this moment. So in the interest of not burning myself out altogether, I think I’ll be taking the day off. Not from work, though I wish I could, just from the blogging gig.
Anyway, last night was a good time. The Planes guys arrived back in town from a successful tour, and they brought my boy Stan Wood with ‘em, along with the usual gang. He did sound for Planes on the tour, but I wasn’t expecting to see him, as I thought he was staying behind in Chicago. I’m so glad he came out. We go way back, and I love the guy so much but hadn’t seen him since a couple Decembers ago. I hung around him most of the night, catching up.
Kylesa was really fucking good. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve gotten into that crusty sludge-punk sound, but I was all about it last night. I picked up the album, on Prank Records, to go along with the seven-incher I already had. And Planes were their usual explosive selves. You could tell they were stoked to be back in town. I only caught a few songs of High on Fire, as I ended up in a side room with Stan and half the band, shooting the shit.
Until last night I had forgotten about the last time I saw High on Fire, or rather, didn’t see High on Fire.* I’m trying to remember what year that was…I think it was 2001. I was in the iron grip of a massively ridiculous Brian Wilson/Beach Boys obsession (I listened to nothing but Beach Boys records for nearly six months) and HoF played in town the same night as Wilson’s Symphonic Pet Sounds tour. My friend Brian and I caught the Pet Sounds show—one of the two or three best shows I’ve ever seen—and I was majorly, majorly fucked-up—let’s just leave it at that.
After that show, we cruised over to the Lion’s Lair to catch the late show with High on Fire. But I was so chemically twisted, and so incredibly obsessed with Wilson at the time, that all I could hear in my head were the beautiful strains of Pet Sounds, playing over the top of High on Fire’s wall of guitar noise. After a few songs, I had to excuse myself. I ended up spending the rest of the night holed up in my car, listening to Pet Sounds.
So anyway, I’m signing off for the day. No mp3s, but I’ll point you to the Kylesa website, where you can download a couple of killer tunes. More later.
N/P International Harvester - Sov Gott Rose-Marie
*This just in—actually, this wasn't the last time I saw High on Fire. Jodi reminds me that I also saw them at the Tavern a couple years ago, when Keith loaned some cash to my broke ass so I could go. Forgot about that one. Damn. This memory of mine just gets worse and worse.
I was real depressed most of the day yesterday, for some reason. Nothing in particular, just feeling stressed out and ill at ease. I had Part Two of my Left Hand Path post about 3/4 complete, but felt no desire to finish it last night, nor do I today, at least as of this moment. So in the interest of not burning myself out altogether, I think I’ll be taking the day off. Not from work, though I wish I could, just from the blogging gig.
Anyway, last night was a good time. The Planes guys arrived back in town from a successful tour, and they brought my boy Stan Wood with ‘em, along with the usual gang. He did sound for Planes on the tour, but I wasn’t expecting to see him, as I thought he was staying behind in Chicago. I’m so glad he came out. We go way back, and I love the guy so much but hadn’t seen him since a couple Decembers ago. I hung around him most of the night, catching up.
Kylesa was really fucking good. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve gotten into that crusty sludge-punk sound, but I was all about it last night. I picked up the album, on Prank Records, to go along with the seven-incher I already had. And Planes were their usual explosive selves. You could tell they were stoked to be back in town. I only caught a few songs of High on Fire, as I ended up in a side room with Stan and half the band, shooting the shit.
Until last night I had forgotten about the last time I saw High on Fire, or rather, didn’t see High on Fire.* I’m trying to remember what year that was…I think it was 2001. I was in the iron grip of a massively ridiculous Brian Wilson/Beach Boys obsession (I listened to nothing but Beach Boys records for nearly six months) and HoF played in town the same night as Wilson’s Symphonic Pet Sounds tour. My friend Brian and I caught the Pet Sounds show—one of the two or three best shows I’ve ever seen—and I was majorly, majorly fucked-up—let’s just leave it at that.
After that show, we cruised over to the Lion’s Lair to catch the late show with High on Fire. But I was so chemically twisted, and so incredibly obsessed with Wilson at the time, that all I could hear in my head were the beautiful strains of Pet Sounds, playing over the top of High on Fire’s wall of guitar noise. After a few songs, I had to excuse myself. I ended up spending the rest of the night holed up in my car, listening to Pet Sounds.
So anyway, I’m signing off for the day. No mp3s, but I’ll point you to the Kylesa website, where you can download a couple of killer tunes. More later.
N/P International Harvester - Sov Gott Rose-Marie
*This just in—actually, this wasn't the last time I saw High on Fire. Jodi reminds me that I also saw them at the Tavern a couple years ago, when Keith loaned some cash to my broke ass so I could go. Forgot about that one. Damn. This memory of mine just gets worse and worse.
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