Crossing paths with Alley Cats

Heads up!

When the wolves came marching in, there was hardly anyone there to see it. But it's like that old saying, when a tree falls in the forest, yes- it still makes a lot of noise. And so, Wolf Parade did not stumble, they acknowledged the practically empty theatre at the Fillmore last week and promised to still play an awesome show, complete with barefoot guitarist and footstool fondling keyboardist.
But I digress, all of this musical goodness is not what I came here to share. This is a little heads up! warning you of my upcoming silence. The time for finals is near, along with something far more exciting.. can you guess what it is? I'll give you a clue: it starts with Art and ends with Basel. It is probably clear now that I must cram to get this frivolous schoolwork done in order to bring you a full account of everything Basel next month. 
So just hang tight, I'll be back.

They like it when you lose control.

Hmm.. What to say about Yeasayer? 

Unfortunately, a lack of computer access has forced you to wait almost an entire week since the show for a recap. Needless to say, things have happened in the past week and my short-term memory has grown foggy. But fortunately, the coveted Macbook is now mine, so these long lapses between posts shall occur no more.

Anyway, back to the show- or rather, what I can remember of it. Flustered, we ran in the door, first to the bathroom, then to the bar, then to the theatre and arrived during the performance of their first song. It was something good, I swear, but as aforementioned, it's hard to remember what it was, exactly. Also, I have a big problem watching a show and knowing the name of each song in the heat of the moment. To be honest I don't even bother trying to remember, 'tis better just to enjoy the magical sounds penetrating your eardrums and swaying your hips, no? Something told me they wouldn't play each track as they do on the album, and I was right. For a majority of the songs, they snuck in long and dreamy musical breaks that really made you feel like you were getting your money's worth. My friends and I had looked forward to this show since back in the days of my boot and the Passion Pit show, who also performed at The Fillmore, so it was a surprise upon entering to find that the place was fairly empty. Not that I mind of course, cooler air and more space to play is all this translated to for me. In the end, Yeasayer chucked us out, a troupe of happy campers.

Granted, this is a very edited down compilation of pictures from the night- there were about 250 from the show and after-party, it would probably be a bit excessive to post them all. After the most enjoyable of nights, I tend to either wake up to almost no pictures, or what seems like a minute-by-minute photo documentary. This night fell into the latter category. 

After the show, we made our way over to a pretty rad little bar called Kill Your Idol, laden with shark heads eating dolls, arcade games, moon men hanging from the ceiling, and about a million other unexpected oddities I probably didn't even notice.