My roommate and I went to a delightful concert last week that, between procrastination and perfectly valid attacks of homework, I have not had a chance to write about.
We somehow got into free at this show at Chop Suey because my roommate knew the keyboardist/tuba player/backup dancer for the Mumlers, this adorable band from California that was opening.
I loved them. Their singer looked like Wiley Wiggins from “Dazed and Confused”, bad silk shirt and everything. It was like classic soul renderings of the less crunchy of Devendra Banhart’s discography. They were adorable and the standing section did their best of swaying their hips for an unknown opener. It was the first time I ever bought a CD at a concert.
Second band. This time legitimately cute boys that made me and my roommate think we were feeling what girls at Strokes concerts in 2000 must have been feeling. Love. Good tunes but even better blazers. The Morning Benders, words coming soon to the screaming mouth. of your little sister.
The headliners were this band I had never heard of called the Submarines. They are a cute boy-girl act, with a drummer, who covered the stage and instruments with fake white flowers. Too cutesy? Not enough for these guys. The girl played the first song without plugging in her guitar and announced the fact with breathy laughter. She was the cutest things I had ever seen. Turns out I had heard these guys before, they play them every hour, on the hour, on 88.5 in Yakima.
You have heard this song before. It’s adorable. They are. Also, playlist “Brighter Discontent”, it’s the cutest break-up song I have ever heard.
I am officially the worst blogger ever. Throw one class that makes me read a lot and it’s as if the sky is falling in and I’ve forgotten how to write for fun.
But not completely.
I love writing for fun. Especially when it’s fun about music.
I promise, promise, promise to become more of a professional fun writer.
So anyway, I did indeed come back from Buenos Aires and it was wonderful and beautiful and positively amazing and I plan on moving there when I’m old enough to get a real job (if there are any left when I get out of college) and speak real Spanish. There was not much to say of music there, mostly just retreads of American stuff. Though the people were gorgeous.
I spent a lot of my time watching MTV and VH1 Argentina with my aunt. They played this alternative reggaeton group called Calle 13 as if it was the new Justin Timberlake in the states. I immediately purchased that song when I got home.
Their singer is cute and their Spanish is easy, so I was totally hooked.
I might put up a link later that is all just a bunch of ridiculous graffiti pictures (SO MUCH graffiti), but for now, I’ll suffice to say that I loved it there and have at least one stamp in my passport. I’m a total big kid now.
Also. To vouch for the incredibly attractive people as well as just a taste of my favorite day there. Across from our apartment there was something of a cultural center, a big park and couple of museums. As well as the city’s main cemetery, which was cool and weird. Anyway, there was a pre-Christmas market going on that all these artesan vendors came to. This is where I bought all my Christmas gifts. ANYWAY, there was this group of (very cute) guys that set up this impromptu percussion circle. It was fantastic.
I’ll try and get a video of them in later when this site feels like cooperating. They were so adorable. Much like the city itself, which I would actually say was more on the tall, dark and intimidatingly handsome side. Did I mention how much I loved it there?
