i went to dean and britta last night and was entertained.
my wife is/was a big fan of galaxie 500 and even though it was kind of girly, i watched jem and the holograms.
it was $20, as much as i paid to see sonic youth in the early 2000s, and it was only about an hour long, but i had a good time and felt my money was spent wisely.
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Laughed really hard at how quietly everyone spoke in front of standing-room-only immense crowd. Crowd would yell "SPEAK UP" and the person wouldn't. Three different people! Why is it so hard to project your voice? You don't speak at a normal volume when you're addressing hundreds of people!!!!!!! DID THE MOVIE "BRAVEHEART" TEACH US NOTHING
i am so out of the loop and not arty
im like
haters gonna hate
im wearing my kurt cobain junior shirt 3 days in a row
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I enjoyed both very much.
Lucky Dragons was the best I'd seen then do in a long time and totally entrancing and beautiful.
Princess Dies video was a delight. I was constantly waiting for the next sight/scene because i knew it would look great, surprise me, throw me for a loop.
Flænge God left my mouth agape.
bookhouseboyP, you sure are confusing me in almost every thread! more context please! would love to understand your thoughts.
Still tho, hipster finest an see/be seen. What's with te scene?
UBS - plz explain why u confuse.
It did not seem like a story that really needed telling. Felt driven by novelty format instead of desire to make art. Still, a brave venture, and I'm glad he tried it.
I also am not sure of the point you are making, bookhouseboyP. The way you're stating it is just a little cryptic.
every time i went to a TBA performance I felt like eyes went from my feet to my face and when I met eyes it was a judgemental look. there were many little groups of people dressed in their finest, well curated, casual clothing doing the same chat-and-stare. i did not like the 'scenester' traits of the performances.
so then i showed up in old 501s and an unwashed kurt cobain jr shirt.
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That takes all the fun out of aspiration, doesn't it...
I base this theory on years past when I attended and felt somewhat unsure of myself compared to these days when I am more sure of myself (in the way where I am an adult and I care less about fitting in). Personally I have found that my embrace of the suit and other clothes which are typically thought of as "square" (slacks and a polo) are in fact a great method of appearing less interesting than I think I am, which feels like a disguise.
Yes. :)
But also the fashion judging is probably not as intense as you are feeling it. I don't mean to condescend but, in line with Mike's comment, from your statements I gather you are a young person, like sub-26 years old, in which case, don't worry, It Gets Better (meaning, you eventually stop giving a shit whether or not people think your clothes are cool).
I went to a bunch of TBA stuff and I am neither cool nor fashionable but not once did I feel judgmental eyes upon me. This makes me think that this judgmental sizing-up-of-clothing/vibe is actually more in a person's head than in the outer world. While there are always gonna be a couple of shitty judgmental assholes in any large gathering, I honestly think that most people are too uptight about their own appearance to actually care that much about someone else's.*
*This does not apply to the crew of people wearing novelty Halloween costumes who sat near me at the Jenny Slate comedy show and talked loudly throughout the entire thing. Those people looked stupid and also were stupid, and I judge them without reservation.
i also regret failing to get the EMP gift shop to stock them.
google won't tell me
Like Zombie, I am neither cool, nor fashionable. Which is an exaggerated statement about both of us. But I have been to many a fancy place dressed in a worn out hoodie and baggy pants, as in "tight pants that are baggy because you've been wearing them a few days and they need a wash". I have been to events, where I am actually the person or one of the persons people came to see, dressed like a hobo.
So BHBP, I know that feeling you are describing. I have experienced it. I think it is even harsher for women, because the gap between polished and frumpy is so obvious when you are a lady. But I have also learned that those stares you talk about have a lot to do with the way you carry yourself around the place. If you think people are staring and you are staring back it makes it a thing.
It's dangerous to feel like you are not part of the "cool crowd". However founded on actual facts your feelings are. It creates a wall and separates you from others. It's dumb.
I know a lot of artists and musicians who feel like they don't fit in. Sometimes they are the coolest person in the room! Sometimes everyone is worshipping them and they just don't know it because they are so wrapped up in trying to figure out what those glances people are giving them mean.
Then I'll talk to someone about "giving me a makeover" or "turning me into a babe so I can fit in normally" and I get terrified.
I never go through with it, it's a pride issue.
Secretly I enjoy looking rough, marginalizing myself.
It's a choice we make.
I like sometimes dressing up girly, like for my job or something, but mostly it is a feeling inside rather than an outer-oriented "I look better this way" thing. I think I look equally good rough and hobo-like or strutting around in a nice pair of sexy boots, it just depends on the mood I'm in.
I'm enjoying ladying up for school, carrying my fancy lady bag and clopping along on my heels. I really liked Jenny Slate's joke about wearing high heels so she can feel like a "magical sex pony from Mars." Cloppity cloppity clop, "Get outta here, sex pony, get back in your diamond-crusted barn!!"
Step Two: Buy suits, dress shirts, and ties.
Step Three: There is no step three. You did it.
Works for men, women, kids, and pets.
She is cool.
I used to wear a tie on top of my punk t-shirts as a teen until the school principal forbade it. Can you imagine? Not allowed to wear a tie in school?
Maybe living in a big city would make it easier to dress fancy, I could actually go into a store that sells clothes and try something on. Living in a peanut place you have to know your size for all clothing, relying mostly on internet purchases.
Definitely easier to dress up in a city.
This is also probably why old-timey small-town people made such a big deal out of weddings etc. Excuse to put on your fancy shoes!! I love a good dress-up excuse.
I guess everyone has always made a big deal out of weddings, but you know what I mean
Boy's suit blazer, white shirt, tie. I thought it was pretty cool, but also I was just really afraid of dresses and "girl things".
I still love wearing boy things, but also sometimes girl things.
Sometimes you just wanna prance on out of your diamond-encrusted barn, whether it be in your cutoffs or your skirts!
I love this feeling, and I have it whenever I feel like I look great and am comfortable- sometimes in cutoffs and sneakers and sometimes in a long silly dress or fancy eyeliner.
I never really got or get any TBA attitude, but I have noticed that people are all sort of looking at each other. There are a lot of people there, all of whom are there to LOOK AT STUFF! Plus, some people dress up, and some people are visiting from other places. It's never felt negative or judgemental to me, and actually feels like one of the most accessible art events around.
But that's just my two cents.
I was recently at the Painted Hills near Mitchell, Oregon and Mike had a suit on.
It was cool.
People find excuses to dress up.
I guess sometimes I wear a dress when I draw, because pants can be uncomfortable, but then I'll put on my jeans to go outside.
Patti Smith at your work. Holy shit. Holy. Holy.
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I get up-and-down looks from chic ladies. It kills me, but it's also exciting.
This arrangement has caused me to be more extreme in my liesure wear. On my time, I dress freakier than ever, because my identity really wants to be expressed.
The people I find most interesting are those who can disappear, with their completely average appearance.
But I wore to enhance my position as I was negotiating the price on some physical labor and I wanted to look poor.
Yeah, that's right. Don't act like you don't know... Poor people wear jean pants.
Wait, I have seen you in a sort of classy older businessman's khaki shorts and polo, does that count
I think when I met you you had bleached hair.
Now bleached hair and jeans, that's an interesting combination.
All you need is a bandana.
And army cammo pants
and he could do pushups basically until you got bored and told him to stop
I did not buy jeans. The leg holes are too big. I might get these jeans tailored. Weird.