a mightygoodleader Wrote:
I don't know if you would have heard of them...Matchbox Twenty?"
I'm like, "oh...mmmyeaah..."
Good god man. That's awful.
Thanks for the heads up, all. I will invest no further effort into them.
So the Guster show last night, with Matt Pond PA opening:
Was really good, as always. Lotsa cute little jewish girls fawning over the band, who were dead-on as usual. Got to hear some of the new material, and it sounds a hell of a lot like Guster made a rock record this time. One was melow, 2 were much more straight-ahead "rock" than anything I've
ever heard them do, and one was (gasp) almost country - and really fucking good. I'm sure my face looked like Christmas morning on that song... "what's this (smile)?!!" Good shit.
Matt Pond has a lot of potential. He's not there yet, band-wise. They didn't sound as good as they should've, and it was mostly because of the playing. Nobody's bad, but the edges were kinda rough. The drummer(s) were sorta more like "some dude you know from work" on drums, rather than a Drummer. Not a shot against any of them at all - looked like nice guys, and certainly weren't bad, but there was sooo much more they could've made out of that material, that it was a bit of a let-down. But again, lots of potential. Keep an eye on 'im.
So as mentioned, Busty couldn't make it, because he was down in ATL getting GAAAAAHHH at Bloor's Bingo Night I'm sure. Thus, I tried to sell his ticket. I am not good at this. But I tried. As did the wife. A chick walks up, wife says "need a ticket, we have an extra to sell" etc, and the girl says "no thanks, I want to buy mine inside, the legitimate way. Thanks anyway." My response - "SERIOUSLY?!!" This was a fuckin Ticketmaster printed, official-as-hell ticket!! For $5 less than face value! 'Yotch.
Then the wife approaches a group of 3 girls and one guy and asks if he needs a ticket, and I look at him and realize it's the Guster guitarist, Adam. "Baby, he doesn't need a ticket. He's in the band." He grins and says "no, I'm covered, thanks." And Busty, I told him you wanted to be here but got sent to Atlanta. He's really nice. And the worst part: wife's sister, Guster Superfan #1, had just walked away to buy stink-ass cigarettes, and missed the whole thing.