Last night I went to a D’espairsRay concert. While I was expecting something like, say 200 people at least, the amount seemed more like 120 on a good day. They don’t attract such an audience, which makes me wonder why. Basically, the crowd was small enough for me to spot my friends in less than five seconds. Oh, and also a jerk who kept on ignoring me. He deeply offended me, not because we’re such good friends, just because he deliberately ignored me.
Pumpehuset is unusually small and has a strange configuration. The stage is on the second floor. According to the sign the place can hold up to 500 people. Imagine 500 people headbanging and jumping around on the second floor. Well, it held so far, so it’s probably good enough.

My main complain about J-music is that it’s too perfect. No notes being missed, no contamination, no tape hiss, it’s perfect. Too perfect. What I really like about Joy Division for instance is that their pieces are not always 100% harmonious, but Japanese music is simply so square that it’s almost sickening most of the time. Which is why I thought I should see them live, can’t play it perfect when you’re on stage, right?

Well, I was half right. Either they’re really good at this playback thing, or they really really hate to be innovative. Almost record-like from what I could hear out of the maximized compressed sound. I can still hear a low buzz over 12 hours later.

I was surprised to see only about two other long haired men. Most people were at the ages between 14 to 20 mostly, dyed hair, dark eyeliner (including males) - they have adopted the Visual Kei style. Their hair was considerably longer than than your average skinhead, but hardly as long as what you would call long. Only one or two smokers.

Concerts are the only form of music I’m willing to pay for. It’s been ages since I bought a CD, and I get all my music lossless. That’s the way it should be. However, if one of those musicians whose music I listen to came by touring in Copenhagen, I’d be the first one to buy a ticket. Similarly, when I go to watch a movie, I don’t pay for the movie, but for the experience in general, the big screen, the superb sound et cetera. If I just wanted to watch the movie, I’d download it. Data is data, no point in selling it, since it can be replicated freely and easily (and perfectly.) I hope my 200 DKK would help D’espairsRay get new dresses and make-up or whatever they’re planning to do with it.

The hilight of the show, for me at least, was getting spat on by a hot Japanese guitarist, Karyu, kill me, but it was awesome. A friend of mine in fact managed to catch a bottle tossed by Karyu to the audience, from which he drank. How lucky of her.

Per se, I enjoyed the concert, and although it ended before 11pm, and I was expecting to go get drunk with a few friends (which never worked out unfortunately), and besides getting ignored, it was worth it.

Don’t pay for information, pay for experience.

No, I can’t compose music for shit. I’m not a musician. For that reason, I tried to ask a friend of mine, whose name I will not disclose.

I asked him to play the violin for three minutes and thirty five seconds, record that and let me use that as the soundtrack for my movie. He then told me that he needs the weekend to think about it, and that by Monday he’ll come up with something psychodalic.

On Wednesday I asked him whether we could pull this thing together. His answer was “no, I’m rebelling against society.” Great, doesn’t sound like I’m getting any soundtrack any time soon.

“How about you rebel against society tomorrow and work on it today?”

“I don’t know.”

Since he doesn’t know, I do. He’s “fired.” You simply can’t count on him, which is a shame, since he’s a wonderful person.

If you’re reading this and willing to record something psychodalic on some string instrument about three minutes long, please, please, please do. Send me an email or something and send me the FLAC. I’ll credit you of course, and your piece will appear in my movie.

I hope I get something soon.

It all started last year when some random idiot decided to make a cover of Foreigner’s most well known song - “I want to know what love is”. The cover was perhaps the most terrible cover I heard. My ears began bleeding uncontrolably. It was a terrible experience after which I found listening to the original song emotionally impossible. Whatever I’d do, I’d just sort of “go back” to the crappy cover.

Then there was Eminem (yet another idiot) who decided that taking “Toy Soldiers” (by Martika if I recall correctly) and creating a brand new hit and just change the lyrics would be the best idea ever. And so he did, and it revoked the same reaction in me as did the “I want to know what love is” cover.

Let’s not forget the terrible cover of the old Jewish folk song “If I was a richman” (only under the name “If I was a richgirl“). Also, I recall hearing some Sting cover (”The shape of my heart”). It pisses me off, but It’s not really New Wave, so it’s sort of off topic.

Are you one of those people who ruin new wave songs? I have the following message for you: please die, commit suicide or have someone else kill you for me. Go compose your own music - music isn’t just lyrics (or should I say good music isn’t just lyrics). Thanks.

Ugh, I just hate contemporary music.