>Mr. Casey,
>
>Kindly resume your blog.
>
>Sincerely,
>
>The Neighborhood
And so resume my blog I shall, starting with a rave review of the Hold Steady concert in Prospect Park last Thursday.
Unable to Hold Steady for a clean shot
More important than the energetic show The Hold Steady gave at the bandshell is the reassurance they gave me that 40 year old men can become rock stars.
Mike, Diego and I arrived and met up with Special Correspondent Steve and his friend Corey. We caught the final song from The Teenage Prayers and the entire set from the Big Sleep, who rocked my ass off (If anyone has seen it, please e-mail me. Sitting is very painful like this, and there's a $50 reward.). Their vocals were not the best, but instrumentally they made a beautiful, grungy, electronic sound which made me very happy. Mike watched in silence, except for the occasional cry of "This is fucking awesome." Diego sat there and nodded whenever I said anything. Well done, Big Sleep. Well done.
Then, on came the boys from Brooklyn who are actually originally from Minneapolis except for one of them I think. They played the only two songs I knew right off the bat, but their energy on stage was enough to carry me through an entire hour or so of unknown tracks. That stupid Rolling Stone quote you see in every review may have got me there, but it officially made them overrated. Damn you, Rob Sheffield. How can any music critic be this pedantic? Regardless, the band was clearly beloved by the audience, myself included, and for good reason. The music was decent, the performance was excellent, and how could you not love their geeky lead singer, who seemed to genuinely make a move to hug everyone in the audience every 10 minutes.
So there it is, short but sweet as hell. The blog is back, baby. Let there be much rejoicing.
Mike, Diego and I arrived and met up with Special Correspondent Steve and his friend Corey. We caught the final song from The Teenage Prayers and the entire set from the Big Sleep, who rocked my ass off (If anyone has seen it, please e-mail me. Sitting is very painful like this, and there's a $50 reward.). Their vocals were not the best, but instrumentally they made a beautiful, grungy, electronic sound which made me very happy. Mike watched in silence, except for the occasional cry of "This is fucking awesome." Diego sat there and nodded whenever I said anything. Well done, Big Sleep. Well done.
Then, on came the boys from Brooklyn who are actually originally from Minneapolis except for one of them I think. They played the only two songs I knew right off the bat, but their energy on stage was enough to carry me through an entire hour or so of unknown tracks. That stupid Rolling Stone quote you see in every review may have got me there, but it officially made them overrated. Damn you, Rob Sheffield. How can any music critic be this pedantic? Regardless, the band was clearly beloved by the audience, myself included, and for good reason. The music was decent, the performance was excellent, and how could you not love their geeky lead singer, who seemed to genuinely make a move to hug everyone in the audience every 10 minutes.
So there it is, short but sweet as hell. The blog is back, baby. Let there be much rejoicing.
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