When I found out that Sonic Youth was performing the 1988 classic album Daydream Nation in Berkeley I knew I was going to have to go. I've been listening to this complete wall of sound since I stole a tape of it from a friend's house when I was like 13 or something (it was and has since been the only thing I've stolen... Not sure really why I took it except that the dude had an insane tape collection, he wasn't much of a friend, and why not- I've never heard of Sonic Youth and I liked the album art... Anyway...) Tickets were like $36 each; I'm poor and it slowly slipped my mind until Irving had a couple extra tickets that he was offering up. Fuck it, let's go. I'll make dinner, we'll drink some beer and we'll jump into this drone fest of sound. Seeing them live is like wearing a heavy pulsating blanket of guitar noise, but from our seats it was like watching them perform on TV. It was weird- kinda awesome and kinda shitty.
I just started getting into this cooking thing. I tore up some shrimp gumbo.
Once there we bee lined for the bar to find...
This. No beer. No nothing but candy and water... fucking hell, and there were no ins or outs.
You could buy a bunch of promotional shit though... But I wanted something to compliment the beers I already had... Like more beer.
Those people have cigarettes...
I now have cigarette which is kinda like beer in that it makes your head feel funny.
And I drank the only beer I could find.
Andreas was there and asking about his banjo.
Ok, so no beer. We're sitting up here... sitting... This isn't how I wanted to see Daydream Nation... Not to be too much of a lush, but come on... You gotta be a bit loose in the crowd moving a bit to fully get into a show. This sitting and watching shit without even a buzz thing sucked. I wanna feel people around me. I want to feel like I'm sitting in the sound. I want it so loud I can't talk to someone next to me... But from our seats it was seriously like watching them on tv or something.
Once the show started I calmed my complaining nerves and enjoyed the show, but fuck, that's a long album. My ass started to hurt and Thurston fucked up pretty bad a few times... Overall, good job.
My camera sucks, so I wasn't able to get a decent shot. The lights were done nicely.
And it was funny looking down and seeing a shit load of people holding up little cameras recording songs... I knew this morning there would plenty of Youtube for you all... aaaaa, computers.
For their encore they played some newer stuff from Rather Ripped which was really good... Overall, they were great, but don't see a show at the Berkeley Community Center. That shit sucked... If you do, make sure you're close to the stage and that you hide a flask on you or something... well, at least if you're a lush like me.
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