Friday, July 18, 2008

Growing up with Feist

Last night Christy & I went to see Panama Jack, I mean Feist, play a show up at Deer Valley. I felt like a bit of a yuppie. All around us were 40 to 50 year old Park City folk drinking wine, talking loudly, and wearing revealing designer clothing. I was really confused. Is this the Feist demographic now? Christy assured me that perhaps it was merely the Deer Valley demographic - people who summer up there and attend the shows no matter who is playing in order to socialize and feel young. The opening number, a slow intricately picked guitar solo version of "Intuition", was really fantastic, but these older peeps a few rows in front of us tried starting that annoying side to side hand wave thing, which luckily didn't catch on.

Fortunately for some, and unfortunately for others, several numbers in the kids decided to rush the stage to dance and move. Before the song was over the front was crowded with the moving/dancing sort, and all the poor rich folks who paid top dollar for reserved seating on the front 10 rows couldn't see Feist at all. Nothing was done to send people back to their seats. Christy and I had enough good sense in the moment to go up and be part of that front row crowd rather than get stuck not seeing anything, but we did feel a little bit bad for the people behind us.

Truthfuly we enjoyed every minute of the show, but I came away feeling that maybe I'm getting too old for this. I'm about three weeks away from the big three oh. This is the first time in maybe four years that we've paid to see a bona fide concert on any large scale (with the exception of a somewhat small Sufjan Stevens show in 2005), and those last two that we saw were Wilco and Grandaddy, which were both were a bit of a disaster for us. I don't think I'll stop enjoying live music anymore, but I also don't want to be one of those youthful but aloof and strange feeling older dudes who are more socialite than listener. Maybe, as I head into the thirties, I can find a balance.

Man, I'm so judgmental.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

For Emma, Forever Ago

I've raved before about the beautiful single shot musical videos by Vincent Moon over at La Blogotheque, and they continue to do amazing things. I just saw this one of Bon Iver, and had to share.  I've listened to this record more than any other this year, and for good reason I think.   Enjoy!

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Moab - a Blaze of Glory

There might be other days during the year when Moab is hotter, but I doubt there are that many. We drove down with Kirk & Missy and Nick & Nicole for the weekend (sans Gus for the first time in his life!) and camped along the Colorado northwest of Moab. We spent a few hours in Arches National Park, ate some great camp food, owned some class one, two, and three rapids on a full day rafting trip, saw Get Smart, sweated it out in a six person tent, were breakfast and dinner for a thousand heat impervious bugs, contracted a mild sunburn, saw some dinosaur tracks, chucked rocks (I'll never grow out of that), ate s'mores, participated in a hand-stand contest, saw first hand how Moab has somehow attracted the likes of: Bon Jovi, Jason Patrick, Bill Murray, Rick Springfield, and Daredevil Dan (the failed daredevil nephew (?) of Evil Kanevil). Most people who know me know that I am somewhat proud to be a mere Life Scout, and that I don't go out of my way to be in the outdoors, but I do enjoy it. This trip wouldn't have been possible without the encouragement and planning of my REI loving friends. Thanks. Christy and I had a terrific time.

Delicate Arch

(L to R) Nicole, Nick, Missy, Kirk, Christy, Brad Pitt

Hitting some small rapids

Working some bigger white water

Christy laughing, probably at one of my funny stories

The ladies at Balanced Rock

Another shot of Balanced Rock

Kirk watches over his breakfast