Saturday, August 14, 2010
Rasputina at The Troubadour (that's in LA!)
Having already gotten HEAVILY into acts like Nine Inch Nails, their protege Marilyn Manson and so on, I was ready to consume whatever Trent Reznor or his cohorts put their names on. Rasputina was a name at that time that kept popping up. They toured with and opened for Manson, Kevin McMahon of Prick revealed they were his favorite band, and Chris Vrenna (former NIN drummer) was slotted to be their producer on their next full length LP. I got into them immediately. I started simultaneously with "Thanks for the Ether" and "Transylvanian Regurgitations". A love affair that has spanned over a decade commenced. I told all my friends to go get it. Becky was one of the few friends who remained as steadfast as I in the fandom of Rasputina. Throughout junior high, high school, college, and beyond she has liked them alongside me.
Plans were made almost instantly and a shot gun trip to Los Angeles sprang before me like an oasis in the desert of this working girls summer.
I won't BORE you with anymore details, so I won't get into the flight, or the subsequent vacation days spent before and after the show...
The experience of seeing a show in a different city is something I'm always obsessed with trying to do. The thought of getting to experience a new place, a new city, with a familiar sound- it's like hearing your favorite music in a brand new way. The Troubadour is an institution in Los Angeles. To me, it's like the Irving Plaza in NYC. We got our passes- (Becky's PRESS now- working for the awesome pop music blog Idolator) and headed straight to the rafters for an unobstructed view of the stage. When the show began, I was exasperated. The sound was pristine! Melora and Daniel's voices carried in symphonic majesty until it filling the whole venue with perfectly pitched song. The lighting was dark, but well orchestrated, and the crowd was great. This experience is one I will carry with me, forever, and cradle it fondly. Finally, since we were wee little weirdos, Becky and I got to see Rasputina together in concert. It really meant a lot to me. I guess this show is more about nostalgia and sentiment than the show itself, but all I get to have are my memories, and Rasputina has been and will continue to be a large number of the better ones.
Oh Bring Back the Egg Unbroken.
1816, The Year Without a Summer.
Holocaust of Giants.
Humankind, as the Sailor.
Snow-hen of Austerlitz.
Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works.
Sweet Sister Temperance.
The Olde Headboard.
High on Life.
Wish You Were Here.
Saline The Saltlake Queen.
Bad Moon Rising.
Possum of the Grotto.
The New Zero.