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caught them during the deceiver tour back in 2019. I remember thinking they were good, but nothing crazy. Their current tour has shown so much improvement it’s insane. i always love seeing the same band perform a number of times over the years because you get to watch them evolve in real time. i don’t know how to describe the difference other than imagine if there was a “sick’” knob on the audio equipment that they had turned up medium back in the day & now had fully cranked up. Played incredibly tight & integrated a really involved visual element (a lot of experimental video stuff).
TBH the video was cool but kind of detracted from the experience of watching them perform. I felt like the story they were trying to tell was drenched in this above it all every-direction critique of American empire via this post-ironic rendition of conspiracy-culture. don’t get me wrong, it was cool and funny at points. But sometimes you can have something that’s funny and cool & still have it subtract from the overall intended effect. Like I get it you’re very smart and very funny and you’re really showing off right now, but you’re distracting me! You’re overloading me! Being even more honest, I should probably take my own advice on this issue LOL. I wouldn’t even necessarily recommend that they change anything about the show. I guess it’s better to be doing a lot and err on the side of maximalism while saying something unique and cool than to play it safe! Sorry if this is rambling, I’m just trying to collect my thoughts.
But yeah they played great nontheless. Had a great time, they’re a really good band. wholeheartedly recommend. Favorite songs were: Like before you were born, horsehead, Blankenship (guess which diiv album is my favorite), brown paper bag (riff ripped straight from MBV and I loved it), raining on your pillow, doused(!)
I didn’t take any pictures because I was living in the moment :^)
Feb 24, 2025
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Jesus Christ perfectly imperfect makes me feel color blind when I can’t tell whether or not I liked a post because i can’t distinguish the yellow star from the background color. anyway i had no context for what you were talking about but I still enjoyed reading it and the rambling was my favorite part! :~)
Feb 24, 2025
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i love this band so much. i saw them x3 during their residency tour this year and each time was otherworldly. james murphy is a phenomenal performer and a magician at what he does. i can't get enough of them i will see them until my pockets run dry
the first time i was with a friend and her friend. we drank red wine beforehand. i cried a lot at this show. seeing the disco ball light up and hearing all my friends for the first time was breathtaking
the second time i was with a friend and we did substances. substances make everything undeniably better i will not be obnoxious about that but i felt like james murphy was singing inside of my bloodstream and every instrument on stage echoed inside me esp nancy's keyboard
the third time i was completely sober! this was very emotional. this was the last tour and the last time i knew i was going see my friend since they live many miles away
Dec 24, 2024
Saw them in Auckland last night and they were amazing. Big sound, big emotions.
It’s optimism for nihilists and I loved it.
(Plus they’re really nice guys).
Mar 13, 2025
Can’t lie, really loved their debut album, but saw them live at the Royale last weekend and wow, they knew how to put on a show! They are PERFORMERS! Love a musical act that knows how to put on a performance, theatrics, etc. They’re on tour rn! Go see em!
Mar 29, 2024
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Feb 24, 2025
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I've been Hitlering myself, Stalining myself, Musollining myself, Maoing myself for the past 7 months. I do this because I am a coward, and totalitarian regimes are conducted by and inflicted upon cowards. Something interesting about me is that I am 5'10.225" in the morning. As the day goes on, my spine compresses and I am shorter by about a quarter inch to a half inch come evening. I generally refuse to acknowledge to myself that at midnight I'm 5'9" because, as stated above, I am a coward, and a vain one. This past September I weighed in at 210 lbs, putting me undoubtedly in the "overweight" segment of the population and just on the border of mildly obese. That's funny to me, that last summer I could have been 5'9" and obese or 5'10" and just bog standard overweight-american depending on the time of day, really. But you have to understand that if I were not a coward, this would not matter. The non-cowards among us, the brave and the beautiful, they pay no mind to these things, they can drink milk without spoiling it.
I am no longer as overweight or obese as I once was. The last time I weighed myself, I was at 187.8 lbs., meaning that I've lost somewhere in the neighborhood of 25-30 lbs of fat when you factor in muscle gains. I still have a long way to go, of course. But I have been lifting weights and counting calories and yes, this has unsurprisingly made my life less unbearable. But I'm still a coward. You can't lift away cowardice, cowardice is not something to be shaved off by a caloric deficit. I operate under the delusion that if I can reach a certain set of numbers it will be mathematically impossible for me to be a coward. Lately, I’ve been coming around to the conclusion that my cowardice is parabolic— diminishing itself quietly into infinity but fundamentally unable to arrive at y=(0).
Yeah I lift brah. You must understand that I do not lift to feel strong, but to make external my constant, gnawing, smothering internal weakness. I used to hope that I could draw it out and smash it away beneath the barbell. I'm beginning to understand that my condition is chronic-- it's cellular, in my cytoplasm. When the muscle fibers tear, it is the cowardice that rips itself apart, and when the muscle fibers rebuild themselves it is the cowardice that comes back all the more potent; I foam roll at my cowardice in hopes that my lower back will be less tight, my hips more mobile, the fear made flesh less aching and sore. But really it just looks like I’m having awkward missionary sex with an imaginary partner alone in my living room.
What is it that I’m so afraid of? Why am I saying all this? I don't know. There's a girl who I want to talk to and every time she texts me I feel sick. I apologize for how mundane the answer is, really I do. But every time I try to communicate with her I feel like I've said the exact wrong combination of words. She texted me happy birthday today and I somehow found a way to say the wrong thing. She thinks I’m funny, she likes to talk to me, and every time I make her laugh and I hear her laugh I'm reminded of the insect I truly am. Only a coward feels this way when he's around a beautiful woman. No other explanation. Every single woman I’ve ever loved has terrified me.
Apr 8, 2025
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This is a confession post, not a recommendation, not even much of an anti-recommendation. Tbh it reads like a humilation ritual. Honestly just keep scrolling; it's not worth reading. I'm just posting it because I think I had a point when I first started writing this, one which I lost pretty wuickly. But I spent a good couple of minutes typing this all out, so I'll post it anyway. Thank God I'm anon. If you do read it, please forgive me.
My friend Tyler brought a joint to the super bowl party last night. He handed it to me & told me about how it had weed diamonds in it while I smoked, he told me that it was some good shit and that I wouldn't have to smoke so much of it since I've got such a low tolerance & all, but I could also smoke as much as I liked, seeing as he had a bunch more & that it was the super bowl & we had a bunch of wings on the way anyway, so might as well smoke some more weed so you know what? yeah, i smoked some more weed since what's the harm anyway it's just weed after all.
I've been a mess all day. I've been slow & stupid & disgustingly horny since I woke up this morning; but really honestly since I smoked the weed. If you're one of those types that "actually becomes more functional when you're smoking weed" & that I should "just let people enjoy things" I don't know what to say to you. I'm going to be weird for 4 weeks now and it's all my fault. This happens every time.
Even when it doesn't turn me into a non-verbal paranoiac nutcase, even when it's enjoyable to me in that moment-- I become something lower than a beast. I stand over the platter of chicken wings & gorge until I am sick and then I gorge even more. My stomach becomes distended & my face and fingers are covered in thai curry buffalo chicken fat goo. I waddle around & fart & I find this very funny. I confuse the sound of my own voice with that of my younger sisters & this is incredibly disqueting to me. Do I really sound like that? I become a big confused overgrown fat baby.
I'm going to be be weird for four weeks now. Slow. I was supposed to meet up with my friends to watch Luka's debut for the Lakers. I'm stitting at my desk typing this up; procrastinating going to the gym (which I can NOT neglect [especially after my evening of spiritual obesity]) & the game starts in 5 minutes. Stupid. Typing out this confession right now is painfully difficult. Every word that I type has the appearance of a whitehead that can't be popped to me. This textbox full of blemishes so infuriatingly, stubbornly, immutably DISGUSTING. I feel sick just reading back what I'm writing here. Once again, if you've made it this far, forgive me. This is a confession, not a recommendation. Disgustingly horny. This one I won't elaborate on. Forgive me.
It's not because I smoked weed. The smoking of the weed was just the first movement in a sequence that had already begun before I'd even accepted the joint from Tyler. My own spiritual weakness is the mantle upon which all of these failings hang. I'm not this way because I smoked weed, I'm this way because I'm the type of guy that smokes weed even though I know what it will do to me. There are 999,999,999 other weeds in my life that I am all too willing to permit myself. I haven't eaten anything but bread & butter all day. The lakers game is starting soon. Off to the gym I go.
Feb 11, 2025