Sam Nash, a freshman Garg staffer and future Art Director, has proven to be this weird, cooler, mirror-version of me. Besides our similar college narratives (so far for her, at least), we also have strikingly similar taste in music. Last Friday she demanded that I attend a Dr. Dog concert with her and a Garg contingent. Since I'd never really listened to the band, I asked her demonstrate why I should like them, and she pointed me towards a couple of albums. I procured them, started listening, and haven't been able to stop since.
The concert itself was last night. The Blind Pig was packed to capacity, hot, and smoky--even more so than usual. The audience was a weird mix of college-aged hipsters and sort of trashy thirtysomethings. After a pretty decent opening band and a long (long) wait, Dr. Dog came on and, to say it simply, rocked the house. It was possibly the most intense concert I've been to (although, to be fair, a large proportion of concerts I've been to have been classical music or Barenaked Ladies).
Really the test of the Pig is whether or not a band can overcome its horrendous acoustics and sound good nevertheless, and Dr. Dog really accomplished this. Their sound was remarkably similar to the studio versions of their songs, except with the bass kicked up loud and the energy tripled. The vocals were fantastic, and exceptionally clear. Toby Leaman (above) and Scott McMicken (below) have these weirdly similar voices, which lends the band an interesting kind of vocal unity when singing in harmony live.
Anyway, it takes a lot to get me moving at a concert, and I was definitely dancing by the end of last night, despite being exhausted and having been hotboxing cigarette smoke in a cramped, humid room for 4 hours at that point.
Next blog entry, we'll discuss The League of Gentlemen, the other thing I've been spending my time on instead of working on my Film Industry research paper.
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