Friday, September 21, 2007

how many jocks does it take to...

As I emailed Rozzie today, I went to the Isis sans Jesu, much to my chagrin. BUT I just bought tickets for the Jesu show in LA on April 8th at the Music Box! We will get to see them after all.
And spend a lovely afternoon/night in LA!

So I get to the Casbah and Intronaut is playing. Cool band, would see them again.
Next up, Oxbow - fronted by a wonderfully giant muscular man. Wow... speechless. I was hoping he would take every single skinny ass plugged ear hipster boy and crack them over his knee. The dude could've kicked our asses with his dick. This I know because he stripped down to his skivves. Holla! Anyway, an interesting band, I'll have to listen more of their studio stuff.

I saw Travis from Cattle Decap, said "hey", we both lamented on the fact that Jesu wasn't playing. He will be on tour for the LA show, but hopes to catch them on tour. By this time, the small ass club was filling up... Filling up with dudes with the above average IQ, more than the average Sick of It All meets Hatebreed meets Black Dahlia Murder fan. Basically bros with better record collections and plugged ears, as opposed to bros with lifted trucks and Skin gear. It still felt like a hardcore reunion show, tons of "manarchy", and wafey girls looped on the arms of their core boyfriends wishing they had stayed home. They were hair dragged there. Count 'em... 10 girls at that show. I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Anyway, Isis is great band, live and in studio. But I had to leave. The nut sweat was bothering me. For all my life going to metal shows (and punk for that matter)with the majority dudes, for some reason this show in particular bugged the shit out of me. I could not hang. These guys walked around in their cool stylized t-shirts and vegan shoes like they had something to prove. Not sure what it was. Part it had to do with I felt really out of place. I was the only solitary woman at the show, daunting black denim and doom patches. I spent most of my time reading a magazine trying to avoid cigarette smoke. Man, it's fucking lonely out there for us broads.

Keef opted out of the show. Good thing. He wouldn't have been able to hang either.

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