Saw Bloc Party and Longwave at Terminal 5 (nyc) last night with a friend. Lots of pushing, shoving, elbowing, “ass fighting”, head butting, sweating, random fondling. I had an awesome time, hah.
I took many pictures because I have a tendency (much to the annoyance of people around me sometimes as I tend to take pictures of anything, anytime, anywhere…) to treat shows as full blown photoshoots - why this pic is here…well it’s my fave of all the Longwave pics I took.
They’re not a bad band - typicalish Brooklynite independent rock. I quite enjoy their music (though some of their tunes are a bit vanilla, they’re last album released last year was pretty catchy) and they all play their respective instruments quite proper (lead singer is creative with the whammy bar, pedals and I’m always up for growling deep quitar “riffs”) - however their live performance leaves something lacking. Not sure what really, but my heart wasn’t racing and my hips weren’t gyrating. My hips don’t lie. If they’re not gyrating then you’re doing something wrong. When playing….music. Gosh, wtf was that stream of thought all about. That wasn’t me, it was the red bull I had awhile ago. I now have wings.
Oh…and I got home last night at like 2am and was too lazy to process my sweet ass Bloc Party pics and only got around to 9 Longwave ones because I tend to tackle pictures in the order I take them.
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