Last night was the 7th Depeche Mode concert that I've been to, and I feel traitorous to say that it was the worst one that I've ever been to. I LOVE THEM, so let me start with that. Depeche Mode is my most favorite band ever. They have been for the past 19 years. So for me, this was a huge deal.
First of all, the venue was crap. It was a nice night, fortunately, but good weather does not make up for the fact that the sound SUCKED (was SOOOOOOOOOO not LOUD enough! I shouldn't be able to have a conversation with the person next to me, much less hear about the PTA meetings the bitch behind us was bitching about to her friend!) and the screens were so tiny, they were worthless. Too small and not enough of them.
The setlist?? OMG. They did 5 songs from the new album, and 3 of them were (IMO) the worst songs on the album. They opened with "In Chains", which is an amazing song BUT it's too slow to get a crowd going. If they had a more upbeat mix of it then it would have worked. I am not wild about "Hole To Feed" or "Jezebel", and "Miles Away" is a good song BUT there are SEVERAL much better songs on the album that would have been amazing live. I was very disappointed that "In Sympathy", "Fragile Tension", "Peace" (WHICH IS EVEN A SINGLE) and "Come Back" were not performed. Oh, and "Corrupt", which is another song that could have been amazing. So ok, aside from their latest album, the rest was pretty much a greatest hits tour. That's perfectly awesome and acceptable, but DAVE DIDN'T EVEN SING on like half the songs. He "let the audience sing". We're not idiots, Dave! We could tell you weren't feelin' it. Shit, I don't think he even remembered the words to "I Feel You", but aside from that the song was done well. "Enjoy the Silence" and "Personal Jesus" were amazing. I liked that they ended with "Waiting For The Night" but I also think a faster song would have been great. I also LOVED that Martin sang "Judas".
To be honest, Martin pretty much carried the show. When Dave would stop singing, you could hear the strain in Martin's voice, as though he were like, "Well shit, someone's gotta sing!" It was Martin or US singing a lot of the time! Dave did swing his mic around in circles and shake his ass at us, but you could tell that something was just missing. It was sad at the end, when Dave said, "See you next time!" and then he said, "See you next time, RIGHT??" Poor Dave. :( I just wanted to hug him and make him a cup of tea. He either wasn't feeling well, is just getting old, or he was high, and I PRAY that it was not the latter.
There was just a huge lack of energy in the show. Usually their shows are PUMPIN' and make you want to dance the entire time. It wasn't loud enough to really get into it. I blame that on the venue, but, I don't know.
Also, $45 for a t-shirt??!! HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL to the NO. They are $30 on their website, WTF?! I would have paid $30, but NOT $45 for a fucking t-shirt you will be able to buy on eBay for $10 later.
So, yeah, I just wanted to give them a hug. I hope Dave gets to feeling better and that there even IS a next time for them to make up for this one.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
In Sympathy
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Labels: concerts, depeche mode, music
Saturday, August 29, 2009
I love Anderson.
And I HATE Speidi! HATE. HATE. HATE. Typically, I don't bother with "hating" so-called "celebrities". But Heidi Montag & Spencer Pratt (prat-- what an applicable last name) are the most despicable human beings I've ever had the misfortune of being alerted to. I know even writing this blog is giving attention to those famewhores BUT, BUT-- watching Anderson Cooper (who I LOOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEEEE) rip her a new asshole is beyond brilliant, so I had to share.
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Labels: anderson cooper, speidi
Friday, August 28, 2009
I think its crazy that some Dr. is gonna have to go to jail because
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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I'm listening to:
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I understand that public transportation is a necessary evil, but, I hate it. I do not like getting on the bus and WATCHING a creepy guy not only STARING a girl down and practically jerking off right there, but then he takes his camera out and is trying to take her picture!! I glared at him, and he knew that I saw what he was doing. I wish I'd told him to knock it the fuck off. What a creep. Even worse, he apparently lives on the bus route that I am always on. I can't wait to go and buy some pepper spray!
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Labels: creeps, DART, public transportation, sexual harassment
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
What are you listening to??
Lately for me:
Depeche Mode
Empire of the Sun
Bat for Lashes
Ladyhawke
Madonna (ALWAYS)
Robyn
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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Labels: music
Can He Cook?
Tonight I cooked dinner, and suffered the insufferable taunting of one who typically does not cook. In other words, no one trusts my Hamburger Helper. This in itself does not bother me. I am a writer, a hairstylist, a feminist, and occasional romantic, but I am not a chef.
Sometimes, when I lie awake, broke and hungry, I dream of food, eyes wide open. I salivate at the ideas of making my own Shepherd's Pie, sushi, jasmine rice, vegetable egg rolls, cheesecakes, and succulent curries. I have many cooking websites bookmarked, and recipes saved in “My Documents”. But it is only a sort of food pornography; things I fantasize about and that would realistically be, beyond amazing, but they are (more often than not) fanciful and just something to drool over.
The non-cook who sometimes fancies the idea of cooking (and always fancies food) must not only come to terms with their lack of ability, but must find a way to survive without being incessantly connected to Fast Food Life Support. Therein lies the task of finding Someone, (preferably a mate) who DOES cook. I believe that is how one finds true love-- there has to be balance, yin and yang. If you both cook, there is no room in the kitchen. It adds to the fairytale aspect of the relationship. One is starving, the other rescues with the Almighty Spatula.
So I am on my quest to find my Knight in Shining Teflon; the anti-boy, a true man who can put on an apron and get busy for his pseudo-foodie, feminist counterpart. Is he man enough? And moreover, can he cook?
Chunky
As the work week chugs along, I keep asking myself ..."what are they gonna want to look like this week?"...
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Monday, August 24, 2009
Yes it will be, Heatha! We were wondering why Perez Hilton could be so influential for just sitting around on his fat ass, ripping people to shreds. We strive to find that answer... and so much more!
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Testing!!! This will be a blog of titillating fortitude.
HA
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Labels: intro