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Sunday was spent entirely in the throes of Ben Folds Five fever, as two high school chums (one Stephen E. Chamraz, and one Aaron Solomon-Mills) joined me in Evanston for some lunch and chat before we headed to the Riviera to see Ben Folds Five live in concert. AMAZING show. If anyone's interested, I have a brief review I posted to the BFF mailing list earlier today. I don't want to bore anyone here with it, but if you want it, E-mail me (link at the bottom of the page) and I'll send you the review.
Ben Folds calls their music "punk rock for sissies," but it seems fairly hardcore to me, and in concert they attack their songs with a truly punk ferocity. Brief example: the show ended with a shirtless Ben Folds standing atop the speaker cabinet (about 15 feet off the stage surface) and whipping his piano stool at the keyboard of the piano. What an awful, angry, chaotic, intense racket they make! But their musicality is preserved through it all, and they are an amazingly tight band for all the stink they can kick up. If you have the chance, SEE Ben Folds Five in concert!
At the show, we met three "groupies" who literally follow the band from show to show. One was wearing plastic pants, and sat atop my friend's shoulders for a brief part of the show, leaving me with two eyes full of her ASS while I wanted to be staring at Ben Folds. Call me picky, sure, but I can pay to see ass at plenty of other theaters in Chicago. Anyway, one of the three was a really cute, bristling music geek like myself. If you're this person and you're reading this, drop me an E- mail and we'll chat. In spite of what you read, I'm not psycho.
That's gonna have to be it for now. I'll write more after the test and classes and a well-deserved haircut. In our next segment: thoughts on how prolonged exposure to pop music affects emotional well-being. Tasty, eh?