The Arcade Fire at the Hollywood Bowl
Once in a while I do something I know people are going to think is really cool. Like when I started running outside instead of on a treadmill. Or when I translate Latin for people off of monuments or coins or something. Going to The Arcade Fire at the Hollywood Bowl was one of these things.
Let me disclaim for a second. I'm not changing, you guys. I'm still same old mainstream Mindy with really bad, top 40 taste in music. Wait, not EVEN top 40. I'm like top 15. So don't be worried I'm going to sell out and start wearing like, white skinny jeans and high tops or whatever.
But let's also give props where props are deserved. How fucking cool am I for going to this concert? First of all, every single acquaintance, friend, co-worker, foe, or guy I've ever dated or had a crush on was at this concert. Gene, who was also there, aptly said "I have never seen so many white people in one place at one time". It would add that the audience could also have passed as the International Urban Outfitters Salespeople Convention.
The Arcade Fire is fucking amazing. I first heard them about a year ago. I liked their music, but the songs seemed too fairy-like and faraway, and I couldn't understand what the lyrics meant. (I'm not into lyrical lyrics. I dig more straightforward lyrics. Take for example, Beyonce's lyrics to "Irreplaceable"). Also, people were like SO into them, I was like, give me a break, it's just a band, not a fucking religion, you dork.
But then when Silver Lake-Spaceland-Black Coffee-Vintage Tshirt Ben and I were in Joshua Tree, we only had "Funeral" to listen to and it was fucking transporting. Listening to "In the Backseat" as the sun is setting over the desert was, like moving. (That might be the douchebaggiest thing I have ever written in my life).
So, we all thought it would be fun double date to go to the concert at the Bowl. Enter Danny. Danny got four seats to the dopest garden box seats a the Bowl. That is the kind of inexplicable awesome thing Danny has weird underground hook-ups for. Danny's girlfriend Amelia, Danny, Jocelyn and I feasted on Joan's on Third picnic food (prosciutto sandwiches, chinese chicken salad, cupcakes were a highlight). Amelia brilliantly mulled wine beforehand, so we could guzzle warm sweet boozy wonderfulness as we listened to LCD Soundsystem. (I took Jocelyn because Ben is in New York visiting his Goomah (sometimes pronounced "goomar").
LCD Soundsystem was kind of the best opening band ever. Like, too good, in a way. I think I have a crush on James Murphy, the sexy voiced lead singer.
He dressed in what looked like a Polo button down and dockers, and looked the Republicanniest of any person at the show, but his voice is like liquid male sex or something. I love him. I extra love him because he's not trying hard.
One caveat: the Bowl gets c-c-c-cold. Also, there were some really drunk and stoned twenty-somethings who invited ten of their friends into the box next to us and they kicked Jocelyn in the face and then didn't really apologize or anything. But if you bring a sweater and don't mind cowardly ratting out rambunctious kids to the Bowl staff, you'll have a great experience. I did! Next up on outdoor venue adventure to-do list: The Greek? Ahhh! Too nervous! Maybe next year.
Price: $100 (each ticket), and for a picnic for 4, about $100 at joansonthird.com
Good for: people who like music and whimsical outdoor date experiences in equal measure.
Let me disclaim for a second. I'm not changing, you guys. I'm still same old mainstream Mindy with really bad, top 40 taste in music. Wait, not EVEN top 40. I'm like top 15. So don't be worried I'm going to sell out and start wearing like, white skinny jeans and high tops or whatever.
But let's also give props where props are deserved. How fucking cool am I for going to this concert? First of all, every single acquaintance, friend, co-worker, foe, or guy I've ever dated or had a crush on was at this concert. Gene, who was also there, aptly said "I have never seen so many white people in one place at one time". It would add that the audience could also have passed as the International Urban Outfitters Salespeople Convention.
The Arcade Fire is fucking amazing. I first heard them about a year ago. I liked their music, but the songs seemed too fairy-like and faraway, and I couldn't understand what the lyrics meant. (I'm not into lyrical lyrics. I dig more straightforward lyrics. Take for example, Beyonce's lyrics to "Irreplaceable"). Also, people were like SO into them, I was like, give me a break, it's just a band, not a fucking religion, you dork.
But then when Silver Lake-Spaceland-Black Coffee-Vintage Tshirt Ben and I were in Joshua Tree, we only had "Funeral" to listen to and it was fucking transporting. Listening to "In the Backseat" as the sun is setting over the desert was, like moving. (That might be the douchebaggiest thing I have ever written in my life).
So, we all thought it would be fun double date to go to the concert at the Bowl. Enter Danny. Danny got four seats to the dopest garden box seats a the Bowl. That is the kind of inexplicable awesome thing Danny has weird underground hook-ups for. Danny's girlfriend Amelia, Danny, Jocelyn and I feasted on Joan's on Third picnic food (prosciutto sandwiches, chinese chicken salad, cupcakes were a highlight). Amelia brilliantly mulled wine beforehand, so we could guzzle warm sweet boozy wonderfulness as we listened to LCD Soundsystem. (I took Jocelyn because Ben is in New York visiting his Goomah (sometimes pronounced "goomar").
LCD Soundsystem was kind of the best opening band ever. Like, too good, in a way. I think I have a crush on James Murphy, the sexy voiced lead singer.
He dressed in what looked like a Polo button down and dockers, and looked the Republicanniest of any person at the show, but his voice is like liquid male sex or something. I love him. I extra love him because he's not trying hard.
One caveat: the Bowl gets c-c-c-cold. Also, there were some really drunk and stoned twenty-somethings who invited ten of their friends into the box next to us and they kicked Jocelyn in the face and then didn't really apologize or anything. But if you bring a sweater and don't mind cowardly ratting out rambunctious kids to the Bowl staff, you'll have a great experience. I did! Next up on outdoor venue adventure to-do list: The Greek? Ahhh! Too nervous! Maybe next year.
Price: $100 (each ticket), and for a picnic for 4, about $100 at joansonthird.com
Good for: people who like music and whimsical outdoor date experiences in equal measure.
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