So a few days ago I went off and saw Disturbed in concert. Surprisingly it was my first “hardcore” concert. Sure I’ve been to a few concerts in my life, but they were pretty damn mellow when compared to the madness that is a ‘Heavy Metal/Screamo’ concert.

Thus I have composed a list of things I learned as I sat safe & sound in my seat.

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Tom Waits. Unf.

These boys are amazing.
I am in love with their voices.
Go forth and listen to them.
Now!

Bought myself this today as a “Finally your life’s starting to come together but even it if somehow fucks its self up again, at least you have an awesome new CD” gift.


Completely worth it.
Josh Pyke, Please keep churning out such beautiful brilliance.

Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy is such a fun song.
Love these ladies.

True dat

I’ve never been big on Christmas music. Granted I do have a lovely collection of jazz christmas tunes (Sinatra is so gooood), I’ve never gone out of my way to find or even listen to christmas music.

Then She & Him made an album.
My innet hipster is jumping for joy in her vintage (second-hand store) dress.

I only just dived into the wonder that is She & Him, and I’m not looking back. They are delightful. Some of their songs are now apart of the soundtrack to my life.

So If you haven’t listened to She & Him, I suggest you get out and do so.

mattbellamyaseverymusician:

Matt as Tom Waits

 I may or may not of just jizzed.

Can Matt Bellamy and Tom Waits do a song together? Please?

microgabs:

Tell me this wasn’t one of the best moments of your life.

 I get sad when I try to think back to that wonderful night and realize that my memories of its glory are fading. It’s pretty much been a year now since I saw them. It was my first Muse concert to. Golly I was so close to Matt Bellamy. His pants made me giggle (such odd yet wonderful fashion that fella has).

If I could have anything, it would be that I could remember the whole performance in perfect detail. I could close my eyes and still hear the hum from the equipment as they tested each instrument. The somewhat large, yet gross, arena filling up with the smell of sweat, excitement, and possible Muse odours. I want to relive that feeling of hearing the music start up, as lights danced around the floor, lighting up the ceiling, making it look like the night sky; in perfect Muse fashion. The way those pillars showed the amazing animations (which I’d love to own for no real reason) as you waited for the band to pop out of anywhere. And then, just as you can’t take it the curtains fell and there stood Muse, in all their sexy glory. 

Each show is different. I don’t want to watch a DVD of someone else’s performance of the band. Those are not *my* memories. It never is the same. It lacks that personal feeling that makes a concert so great. I just wish I could remember mine for all eternity

(Source: livelyarts, via fuckyeahmuse)