I’m Tired of Fighting
I saw Jets to Brazil and Pilot to Gunner last night. It was wonderful.
Confession: this was my first indie show. That is, one where the soundcheck happens with the crowd in the room, and all the kids wear old clothes that they found at consignment just to impress everyone else with how indie they are, and all the bands are nice to eachother, and nobody starts a stupid moshpit, and people just stand and enjoy the music, and you can feel the pulsating, silent chant of “fuck the RIAA!”
Pilot to Gunner was excellent, if not a little loud. I think I was the only person in the room that knew all the words to their songs. Everybody was really there to see Jets to Brazil, but I think a few of them probably went home Pilot to Gunner fans. Their bassist was incredible. And now I’m running out of sensationalist adjectives, so I’ll describe what was actually going down. Usually, when you see bassists playing, they play a note or two every other beat, maybe sing a little harmony, etc. This guy was rocking out, playing gasp chords on his bass, playing slap bass, etc. Drummer fit very well with the band, and he was very technically good.
After Pilot to Gunner’s set, I thought that maybe Jets to Brazil would be a dissapointment compared to the previous rocking. It was not to be. JtB played a lot of stuff from their new album — Perfecting Loneliness, in October, I think he said. Seems to be about the same mix of rock and somber tunes that we saw on both currently released albums. It was all good.
Highlights: Chinatown, Conrad, Sea Anemone, Sweet Avenue. Oh, and the setlist was written on a pita. Yeah. #