Ain't no rock like indie rock cos indie rock don't stop
We all know that sports are the most important thing in the world but music is a semi-close second. Sadly, as you are probably well aware based on the music played during SportsCenter highlight mashups and baseball player’s at-bat music, those two ven diagrams rarely coincide. Saturday night we rolled on down to Muddy Waters to catch indie darlings Blind Pilot in a (way, way, way) too crowded coffee shop. Go on ahead and check out that first song on their myspace–go ahead it’s only like five minutes, I’ll wait for you.
Nice, right? Sadly, as can be expected, most of these terrible people showed up and it’s almost not worth talking about because it happens at every single show but good god…if you want to sit and talk to your friends and show them pictures of sunsets, do it in your goddamn living room not when the band is playing their songs. If you simply MUST share your incredible news about your new roommates or how drunk you were the night before, talk between sets, go outside, or jabber between songs but when the guy at the mic opens his mouth, you should probably shut yours. After sitting through an excruciating opening act (Villalobos, who would be like diet-Elliot Smith-lite minus any sort of talent) Blind Pilot took the stage/floor and played an exceptional ten song set full of folky harmonies and warm melodies. At the bargain basement price of $9/ticket you can’t do much better. Just talk about it after the show, alright?
