Spiderman of the Rings

I have to say, before last night I'd never been to a show in an actual warehouse, much less one in a part of Detroit you'd probably only recognize if you've seen that documentary about the Detroit SWAT team. I went down there with Steve and Kelly and Nickerson and Liz and Justin to see Dan Deacon, who Wikipedia says may be classified by the very non-descriptive musical genre name of "future shock."

(You've got to climb up some seriously decrepit flights of stairs to get up here.)

The music itself was great. I haven't had that much fun listening to electronic music in a long time without beforehand somehow impairing the parts of my brain in which critical thinking abilities are housed. This was good, though. There were lots of long buildups to explosive synthesizer choruses, along with a crazy ass video display of every movie Arnold Schwarzenegger has ever been in (being run through every After Effects filter known to man). There was even a story about how preggo Arnold had to travel through time to destroy the Matrix as a robot. The power took a sudden nap once or twice, since the place's electrical system was obviously not built with the intention of running giant speakers and a projector for hours on end, but restarting your CD or whatever doesn't really take that long and everything got going again without too much delay. Eventually they just turned off the screen and all the lights in the room, hoping that would leave enough electricity for the speakers and the flashing fluorescent green skull. That seemed to work okay.

Here is where I've gotta mention that although I like the guy's music more than a little bit, he has some serious audience-relations problems when he picks up the microphone. Since when are camera flashes the most sense-assaulting things at an electronic music show? You're playing music at like a million decibels in a hot, sweaty warehouse. Also, come on. People are going to take pictures at concerts.

We left a little before the show was over and weaved our way around the assorted creepertrons outside back to the car (we only lost seven dollars on the way) and drove home. Then Steve showed me this Wii Sports tennis practice minigame where you have to whack the ball at an actual target instead of just some vague area on the other side of the net. We played that shit for like an hour. It's fun as hellll.

Extra! Will these things from the future make the cut for paragraph format? No. No, they won't:

1. The Dirty Show - I am going on Friday, the 8th with Amateis, Paul, and Jeff. If anyone else wants to come, buy your tickets now since Paul says it sells out.
2. Colio Winery's Festival of Ice - February 9th, the day after the dirt. Jeff got me a spot in this because he is big time. I'm doing a big fucking ice carving of the hydra monster. Also, it's a great winery and they've got really good prices on their wines during the festival thing. Check it out.
3. Diplo & Justice show - This is exciting! I'm going just for Diplo.
4. Martin Sexton show - I do not think anyone else likes this guy or knows who he is.


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