12/07/2002 @ the Metro
Rhubarb
Diana Ah Naid
Tonjip
this time it was donald the meadowbank home boy instead of some paseo driving kiwi that came along. ken was meant to come, he even brought himself a ticket. don't really get what happened and why he didn't. (note to self, donald owes me ticket money.) when we got there, the lady at the door told us we could go sale the ticket out side and we were like, "no way, it's FREEZING outside!" $15 wasn't worth standing outside for, that's how cold it was.
the place felt very small. but as the night got going it didn't matter. not to us at the front anyway. apparently the people at the rear were having a tough time round the end as we were herded forwards like little school children.
"there are posters around the city calling us TINJIP, but that's what you get when you make up a word for your band name."
the first band was pretty good. quite a short set, the music sounded good enough. didn't really catch what they were singing. at least they were very neatly presented, suits and all that jazz. guitars, bass, drums and keyboards. yeah, it was nice. it was better than the first support for grinspoon a few weeks back, but that was heavy rock, this was softer pop rock. we said this was great research for when we get our band happening. learn about how to jump with a guitar on a small stage, studying to be a rock band.
"the stage is exactly the same height as Diana!"
just a girl and her acoustic guitar, some people call that folk music. it was beautiful. ( she was beautiful.) and brave, playing the whole set standing by herself with her assortment of guitars. (we joked for quite a while about how mark the kiwi's guitar's smaller than a girl's.) she talked through out her set, told stories about how she wrote a song to overcome her fear of flying, it didn't work and she just drove down from brisbane last night.
at the end of the show i tracked her down and told her she did a great show and brought some cds off her.
"will you sign it too?"
"yeah i'd love to. makes me feel like a real rock star!"
"rooBAA!"
yeah, the band i came to check out after hearing a live recording of theirs they did for triple j which i thought was bloody fantastic acoustic pop music. they came out blasting (relatively speaking). the first few songs were really quite rocking. then there were some technical difficulties and while one of the guitars were being fixed, one of them picked up an acoustic one and played nick cave's "into my arms". the band may have treated it as a joke, a dancer (no, he really was dancing,) definitely thought it was a joke. but i thought it was beautiful. they got back to some more rocking songs. i've lost my bearings, maybe it was pretty soft compared to any other bands, but it was a harder set than the one they played on the radio and what i had expected. they didn't get anyone jumping, so it was probably just me and my expectations altering my judgment. rhubarb's songs are all very well written. every aspect of it that i can think of to think about, if you know what i mean. the music, the vocals, the writing, the composition, the whatever! every aspect of the songs were well written. the set finished with the band members leaving one behind to do a solo spot with just his electric guitar, doing the soft, touchingly (there's no such word! is there?) beautiful songs that i came expecting. but the rocking tunes were good too. very good, actually. it rocked, but you can still always hear the melody instead of just noise for the sake of noise. then the other lead guitarist came back to do a cure cover together. they wanted people to sing along, i would've, if i was able to recall the lyrics then.
on a cold friday night, mcdonalds once again looked very nice. the mc cafe coffee's hotter than the standard ones.
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