Arctic Monkeys
It’s too late on a weeknight for a witty title.
Just got back from the Arctic Monkey's show at the Music Box in Hollywood. Props to Wendy for scoring the tickets, and to Rob for snagging quality free parking and driving.
The crowd was an entertaining mix of kids with fathers in tow, aging hipsters (my group included), a strange sampling of the Pacific Palisades crowd, and C-list celebrities (including one guy that we couldn't remember the name of but Wendy described as the Poor Mans Paul Giomatti). K-ROQ hosted the evening, and the only cool thing about that is the Rodney Binginheimer was present.
The opening band, well they blew for all I'm concerned...and I don't really remember their name, so don't worry about it. On to the important part.
The Monkeys took the stage. The singer and rhythm guitarist looked like they had just taken a trip to an American Apparel shop, the singer wearing a white AA hoody with the hood over his head (I hate that look!). The band was good....as good as a bunch of kids who first picked up their instruments a little over two years ago can be. They could play, but don't yet command their instruments. They kept it loud, which managed to blur out any flaws in their playing. Although I haven't listened to the album that much, the songs sounded pretty true to the recordings, occasionally cut short and then picked back up like they had just been mixed by a Dance Hall DJ. I think this band has great potential. With some experience under their belt....and hopefully not completely selling out, I think the song writing and energy is not just a one-hit wonder type of thing. But who knows with the kids these days. They could certainly be destroyed by all the initial hype. Cause at this point, its all about potential. The show ended before midnight, and there was no encore. Possibly because they had simply ran out of songs, or possibly to let the kids get home before curfew.
We hung out outside for a while, talking about the show and other things, and then eventually left. Driving down Hollywood Blvd. we passed Rodney, alone, walking home.
Just got back from the Arctic Monkey's show at the Music Box in Hollywood. Props to Wendy for scoring the tickets, and to Rob for snagging quality free parking and driving.
The crowd was an entertaining mix of kids with fathers in tow, aging hipsters (my group included), a strange sampling of the Pacific Palisades crowd, and C-list celebrities (including one guy that we couldn't remember the name of but Wendy described as the Poor Mans Paul Giomatti). K-ROQ hosted the evening, and the only cool thing about that is the Rodney Binginheimer was present.
The opening band, well they blew for all I'm concerned...and I don't really remember their name, so don't worry about it. On to the important part.
The Monkeys took the stage. The singer and rhythm guitarist looked like they had just taken a trip to an American Apparel shop, the singer wearing a white AA hoody with the hood over his head (I hate that look!). The band was good....as good as a bunch of kids who first picked up their instruments a little over two years ago can be. They could play, but don't yet command their instruments. They kept it loud, which managed to blur out any flaws in their playing. Although I haven't listened to the album that much, the songs sounded pretty true to the recordings, occasionally cut short and then picked back up like they had just been mixed by a Dance Hall DJ. I think this band has great potential. With some experience under their belt....and hopefully not completely selling out, I think the song writing and energy is not just a one-hit wonder type of thing. But who knows with the kids these days. They could certainly be destroyed by all the initial hype. Cause at this point, its all about potential. The show ended before midnight, and there was no encore. Possibly because they had simply ran out of songs, or possibly to let the kids get home before curfew.
We hung out outside for a while, talking about the show and other things, and then eventually left. Driving down Hollywood Blvd. we passed Rodney, alone, walking home.
posted by lakeside at 12:12 AM
1 Comments:
Oh hey, for you out of towners, Rodney Bingenheimer is a hollywood institutions. A DJ for KROQ back in the 70's and 80's Rodney was the guy that introduced America to David Bowie, TRex, and The Sex Pistols. He was huge for a time. Then KROQ sold out and left Rodney in the dust.
read more about him at http://www.rodney-b.com/bio.htm
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