@ La Zona Rosa in Austin, TX on 10/31/2010
This year was different.
I had a really great Halloween weekend. I went to a Lost Boys-themed party that DID NOT SUCK on Friday. On Saturday, I went to a warehouse party that also DID NOT SUCK. Having been satisfied with the “Halloweening” the weekend had offered me thus far, a friend and I decided to simply watch scary movies, make pumpkin pie and give candy to kids on Halloween. Super chill. Halloween-ish, at least, with minimal energy required. Because forcing holiday celebrations is ridonkulous.
After watching, “The Crazies” (which is worth it for the scary CAR WASH scene, but overall SPOILER ALERT: military biochemical spill=masochistic murdering zombie townspeople) by a stroke of good fortune on the interweb I came across an event page that said Die Antwoord was playing that very night in my very own town in only 2 hours! Oh ghoulish delight! Oh spooky pleasures! Even though we had spent all of our laundry money on candy for the kids, we had to go. We took the pies out of the oven, slapped some party clothes on, dropped the credit card down and took the ride to the Zef Side.]
Die Antwoord’s performance at La Zona Rosa was one of the best concert experiences I have had in a very long time.
Even though I nearly suffocated in the packed crown up front and even though one of Ninja’s crowd dives ended up bruising my head, the rush of excitement from finally seeing this South African music group paired with the enthusiasm from all of the other concert goers would have been enough to go on. But the performance of Ninja and Yo Landi Visser was majik.
“F&$% the upper class!” she yelled and the crowd backed her up during “Rich Bitch.”
The two taught the crowd a supposed childhood taunt-phrase: “Jou mae se poes in a fispaste jar” which means “your mother’s private parts in a fish paste jar.”
Vulgar, disgusting, irreverent, endearing.
Some of the elements of that make up Die Antwoord’s style are summed up by Yo Landi’s explanation of Zef in an article from the UK’s Guardian:
“Zef’s kind of like you don’t give a f–k and you have your own flavour and you’re on your own mission,” says Yolandi. “It’s associated with people who soup their cars up and rock gold and shit. Zef is, you’re poor but you’re fancy. You’re poor but you’re sexy, you’ve got style.”
The Die Antwoord FaceBook profile has a photo album of dedicated fans rocking Yo Landi’s or Ninja’s hairstyles and track suits.
The modern, trashy appeal of Die Antwoord is spreading like HOT FIRE.
Best. Halloween. Ever.
Prophet Royal October 21, 2010
In 2006, I posted about seeing Sufjan Stevens at the Paramount.
Earlier this week, I was fortunate to attend Sufjan Stevens’ performance in Austin at the Long Center.This was my first trip ever to the Long Center and it is gorgeous. I highly recommend going here for a show.
Sufjan’s performance this time around was raw compared to the put-togetherness of the last tour I witnessed. Don’t get me wrong, his performance is still polished – he’s a music-composing genius. But as he himself said during the performance, he has begun to experiment with machines, loop pedals, even playing with autotune (hilarious!) in combination with the usual horns, drums, and strings. His delicate, innocent voice was paired with dark, digital synths. It made me giddy to see that he was reaching into this electronic experimentation. The “Chicago” wunderkind told the audience that he was happy to share his cathartic “psychotherapy session” while he worked some things out during Impossible Soul: “…love, heartache and the Apocalypse.”
(The two dancers and (very-talented) backup singers, danced their butts off throughout the entire show. Sufjan himself broke out into half-choreographed, half-freestyle dance sesh during the dance jam part of Impossible Soul.)
[There is something magical about those who have been deemed outsider artists. Many suffer from paranoid schizophrenia and therefore have reclusive lives that make their art inaccessible during their lifetimes and are revealed to us only after their deaths. I am struck much the same way by Henry Darger. Don’t EVEN get me started!]
Robertson said that he was visited by God driving a spaceship when he was fourteen years old. And while he drove his family and friends away because of his mental illness, he produced mesmerizing images of space, monsters, women, landscapes with a futuristic and comic-book quality. The pieces deal with his heartache, numerology, the cosmos, and the Apocalypse….
Sufjan Stevens’ new album Age of Adz was inspired in part, he said, by the art and story of Royal Robertson. Read Pitchfork’s writeup on Sufjan Steven’s Age of Adz tour.
Postscript: You can take a free listen to the album here.
You snooze/You lose. October 12, 2010
This morning I awoke at 6am. My alarm went off. It’s a bell-chimey ring. Nothing amazing. I hit snooze. Like I do. Exactly like I DIDN’T WANT TO DO. I went to sleep at 11 PM. Plenty of sleep.
I can’t turn the lights on immediately because I don’t want to wake the BF. He works late and wakes up later than I do.
I plan on sitting straight up tomorrow morning and drinking a glass of water immediately. The adventure of trying to wake up earlier continues…
Do you have a favorite morning song to get you up and at ’em?
Wake up. October 11, 2010
The morning has always been a struggle for me. Although I have had jobs that require me to be in by 7 am before, there is nothing I hate more than waking up to an alarm clock. My eyes are heavy. All I want to do is snuggle into my pillow and pull the blankets over my head. “Just five more minutes.” The snooze button becomes my guardian angel at 6:30am. It is the only thing saving me from the cruel reality of waking up.
It’s unfortunate that I was diagnosed with mild narcolepsy at the age of 11. From then on I was completely justified. I was given a license to sleep. In all truth, I can fall asleep anywhere… anytime. (As I’ve gotten older, I wonder if that diagnoses still holds. Probably time for another sleep study.) Sleep disorders aside, the reason I don’t want to wake up in the morning evades me. I love walking my dog, I don’t hate my job, and I squeal with excitement upon scratching any to-do item off my list… With the extra hour or two in the morning, I could be exercising, reading, and preparing for my day instead of waking up after slamming my index finger into the snooze button for an hour.
No excuses. Not putting it off any more. I know the Greeks say that Tuesday is an unlucky day to begin any undertaking, but I am just going to have to defy the Greeks here.
It’s you and me, 6 AM Tuesday morning! I’m comin’ for ya…
Post-script: I’m going to use this helpful tips list, but let me know if you know something I should know about getting up early. Are you an early riser? How do you do it?
dreamyraincicles. October 26, 2009
i am hypnotized by the barrel of rain being poured on my house. the water keeps coming and it’s like magic to my ears. goosebumps on my arms. dog snoozing on the couch. screen door allows me to hear every drop.
friend got married, lovely, new beginnings. other friendships kindled with extra kindling. i became truant when laziness seeped into my skin on a sunday morning. i did not go to class but celebrated the holy day with sacred mexican breakfast and love. yesterday i visited my grandmother. she gave me all of her embroidery thread and other notions of cross-stitching goodness. need to see her more and more. and i have time right now. i have time for lots of things. things i should be doing. oh lord, i have to write a paper that’s due today.
off to the coffeeshop to get cracked out on caffeine and be productive!
now October 21, 2009
one of my biggest personal flaws? impatience.
i want things, i want things done, and i want it all now. i am learning to take things a step at a time, but the pleasure i get from crossing something of my never-ending list is so great that i wonder if i will ever truly learn to be in the moment, enjoy the process, and all those other things that require patience and the chillaxity of not being in control. that’s right, chillaxity.
having an uncertain future in the realm of employment has been a real turning point for me. things are up in the air. i can’t control everything – each new day presents new opportunities, new obstacles.
so, i’m learning to let go. a little bit at a time.
but. i’d still like to do it: now.