week in music (oct. 19-25)

Stats
# of CD's purchased: 2
# of albums on heavy rotation: 12
# of concerts attended (this week): 2
# of concerts attended (this year): 18

It's been a busy few weeks but I caught one night of the CMJ music festival at Bowery Ballroom. The lineup included: Cory Chisel & The Wandering Souls, Shugo Tokumaru, Audrye Sessions, Love as Laughter, Wild Sweet Orange, Margot and the Nuclear So-and-Sos. Audrye Sessions were my favorite of the night. I walked around a lot, chatting with a lot of the bands. Ended up spending a good amount of time with Eric, merch guy of Wild Sweet Orange. Merch life seems strangely hectic and boring at the same time.

Friday, went to the sold out Killers show (72 seconds, really?!). Thanks again to jrm from wmmf for hooking me up with insane VIP access.

NOTE: I'm not one to brag but when the hell will this happen again? Exactly.

7:00pm- doors open. I cut 1,000 people who have been waiting on line for 4+ hours. Yep, I'm that asshole.
7:05pm- pick up my ticket from the box office. also score an after party badge.
7:10pm- get to my balcony seat. front row center. sitting above an emormous amount of drunk "bros", moshing and getting out their sexual frustration.
9:30- Killers go on. The general energy is flourishing. The downsides are: they only perform the popular radio singles and all of my favorite songs are not such. They also play 3 new songs...I only like one.

Evolution is supposed to be a positive thing...better, faster, stronger, right? Sadly they're indie/new wave sound is turning into trendy cotton candy. They need a good sharpening. If they weren't such good showmen, I'd be very dissapointed.

11:00pm- extreme shmoozing. To my left, an unnaturally rail thin Kate Bosworth holding a solo cup of beer two sizes too big for her little hands. She's very attractive...her boyfriend even more so. To my right, a shy Chris Martin of Coldplay quietly talking to models trying to break up his marriage...it's not working. Walking down the empty hallway toward the after party behind a humming Brandon Flowers (I take it he really loves music). Juliette Lewis, someone I very much admire, being as sweet as pie and looking damn hot. Ed "Chuck Bass" Westwick violently brushing past me towards the nearest exit. Totally full of himself. Very short in person. HUGE CRANIUM. British accent sounds fake.

By this time, my head is spinning. Lots of egos in one room.

Looking back, I am glad I didn't take any photos. I was trying to respectfully adapt to my celebrity-filled atmosphere.