Sorry for the recent lack of creamy bloggity goodness. I do need to mention my sweet candy Saturday, wherein I had the chance to chill with friends at a Lovedrug / Denison Witmer concert in Columbus. See now I’m not the hugest Lovedrug fan but the price was right and the friends were hot so I gave it a shot. Really it’s hard for me to even describe this concert without swearing. Suffice to say that Lovedrug puts on a ridiculously awesome show. By now their musical comparisons are well mapped out – you have your Muse, with a sprinkling of Sunny Day Real Estate, a dash of Ours, a tidbit of Sleeping At Last, all thrown in with your standard We-Heart-Radiohead fare. The latter also represented by the Thom Yorke look-alike, lead singer (and pianist/guitarist) Michael Shepard – who’s even got a few spastic mannerisms of Yorke down pat as well. All of the band members are really rather talented, but it’s worth noting Matthew Putnam (he of great Unwed Sailor fame) who is an absolutely brutal drummer. The whole crew does their part however and if Lovedrug could pour half of their live show energy into a cd I think they’d win over a few more critics. A review at Stylus magazine fairly accurately sums up my feelings on their album, Pretend You’re Alive, but after Saturday I feel pretty confident in asserting that you really ought to reserve most judgment until you’ve witnessed their amazing live show.
I want to give mad props and big ups to Jeremy Motta, who on Saturday proposed to Ginny Bishop who, it is rumoured, seems to have said “yes.” Remy’s been my homeboy jucket for like 4 years now and his engagement is pimp, made sweeter by the fact that I wholeheartedly approve of the girl he’s found. Good on you, bub.
By way of a little update on my senior seminar, it’s been officially re-named to kevin’s senior suck. I present on Thursday the 15th and am absolutely petrified. I’m going to have to wear cords that day just to calm my nerves.