The Worst Concert Ever

“Why should I change? He’s the one who sucks.” Michael Bolton (Office Space)


While many of our comments on and anecdotes about music have to do with music merely as sound, as the score for charged moments in our lives or the cue to dial up vivid memories, music also surrounds us in tactile and physical ways. The Younger J and I have, at different points in our lives, attended many and varied concerts (and too few together). Seeing an artist live and as part of a community of listeners can drastically change the way you engage with music. The live performance returns music to the breathing pulse of the living from the frozen state of recorded sound.

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Misunderstood: Lyrical Losses

Years ago, a friend and I got over our strange addiction to the movie The Rules of Attraction by acquiring a new drug, by becoming obsessed if only briefly with the movie Napoleon Dynamite, a wan and delicate movie whose humor still gets me to this day and whose repeatability (for me) has been bested only by that greatest comedy of the modern era, Office Space.  Part of what I liked about the movie was the use of music in the prom scene where a few of the corniest songs seem almost profound.

But the song that got me the most was “The Promise” by When in Rome

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Case of the Mondays

Peter Gibbons: Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday and you’re not feeling real well, does anyone ever say to you, “Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays?”
Lawrence: No. No, man. Shit, no, man. I believe you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man.

Office Space (1999)

Working in a school, I hear this phrase at least once a Monday, Ok, I’ll admit, sometimes I say it to people who look like they had too much fun on Sunday

What a rough two Mondays I’ve had. Breaking Bad ended, the Patriots played late and lost a game and I ate nachos with a mixture of two different salsas after eating an entire serving of four-star Pad Thai noodles with fried tofu. Cross-continental ethnic cuisine seems like a great idea, but in this case, things did not settle well and my morning kicked off with some serious gastrointestinal issues. Although I was happy I hadn’t washed it down with a gallon of beer as I would have in my younger and irresponsible years, it still was a sour way to begin my work week.

After the first weekend in about two months that my band didn’t play a show, I had a relaxing weekend filled with monotonous lawn care that served like a Zen mental retreat following so many busy Friday nights and Saturdays. My harmony was in serious jeopardy of being destroyed.

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The Worst Concert Ever

“Why should I change? He’s the one who sucks.” Michael Bolton (Office Space)


While many of our comments on and anecdotes about music have to do with music merely as sound, as the score for charged moments in our lives or the cue to dial up vivid memories, music also surrounds us in tactile and physical ways. The Younger J and I have, at different points in our lives, attended many and varied concerts (and too few together). Seeing an artist live and as part of a community of listeners can drastically change the way you engage with music. The live performance returns music to the breathing pulse of the living from the frozen state of recorded sound.

Continue reading