Granada Theater and I recently commenced a relationship; and though it was young, it was full of promises. We planned of late nights, bodies embraced, souls intertwined, and hearts pulsating to my favorite artists. The first time we were together, our bodies swayed to Andrew Bird’s voice. It was magic.
Last night, I giddily prepared for our second rendezvous. Granada promised me Crystal Castles and I couldn’t refuse. I dressed up, put on my dark eyelids, and braced myself for what I hoped to be a perfect threesome: Me, Alice, and Granada.
The line was long, but I didn’t mind. The wait lasted 2 hours, but I would’ve waited another 2. They announced the technical difficulties and delay, but I was not deterred. I just wanted to step inside, enjoy the music, and dance with my friends, Glowjangles and Deepupyourellum. We somehow finagled our way to the front doors, and anxiously waited to step inside. But alas, Granada broke my heart. It denied me, and sent me home with nothing more than a promise for a refund. No raincheck, no pity hug. A cold-hearted goodbye, and I was off.
As I saunter off dejected, the question arises: Do I give Granada another chance for Fischerspooner?
UPDATE: Granada’s Story and VEGA’s Story (Opening Act)
UPDATE (4.16.09): In addition to a full refund, Granada has offered a free ticket to a future show! I have to say, Granada sure knows how to treat a girl.
Andrew Bird, what can I say. He’s a real gem. It’s no surprise he was classically trained from the age of 4. But violin aside, he’s a hell of a whistler too. I originally thought it was recorded and enhanced whistling, but after paying closer attention, I realized it was his own melodic production. How he manages to juggle multiple instruments to produce the sound he does is beyond me. He even makes playing the xylophone look like a professional art obtainable only through personal lessons with Debussy. Andrew Bird’s quirky stage presence definitely makes him the more loveable. Whether he’s collaborating with a band or going solo, I have to say, Andrew Bird makes my heart flutter.
The Granada Theater was a choice locale. The stage design personified Andrew Bird’s essence. The sound perfectly composed. And as crowded as it was, I still felt as though Andrew Bird was seranading to me personally. That could also be my own self-involvement though. Regardless. Good job, Dallas!
For all those college kids planning to spend the next week or so locked up in local campus libraries, here are some tunes to jam out to whilst learning why the hell you need sin graphs to plot your route to the nearest bar. Cheers!
Lyrical:
Air – Surfin on a Rocket (Good stuff. Made The Virgin Suicides sing)
Andrew Bird – A Nervous Tic Motion to the Left (Like Beruit’s long lost.)
Beruit – The Flying Club Cup ( Something I like to listen to while knocking down a tall one at the local pub.)
Lyric-less:
Ratatat – Loup Pipes (Listen to this before being a ninja.)
The Octopus Project – I Saw the Bright Shinies (Atx shoutout)
The Gotan Project – La Vigu?ela (accordian, classical guitar, beautiful singer, djs. You can’t go wrong)
Tchaikovsky-Borodin – Sleeping Beauty: Andante (Almost died to this song once. Seemed appropriate.)
Obviously you’re going to want to seeq these artists to fully experience their awesomeness.
