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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

A Band I'd Drive Three Hours To See


On Saturday, The Duke, his brother and friend Kris picked me up around noon and we headed down to San Diego to see Louis XIV play at Soma. With the traffic, it took us about three hours to get there from L.A. Now, I had seen Louis XIV last summer, when they opened for The Killers at The Troubador in West Hollywood. I remember them not being that bad - but nothing super, either.

After hearing their single "Finding Out True Love Is Blind" when we went dancing on my birthday, though, I started to take a shine to this cheeky band that actually hails from San Diego.

Our first stop when we got down there was at some record store to pick up our passes to the soundcheck. Along with the passes, we also got a free copy of the band's CD, The Best Little Secrets Are Kept, which came out this past Tuesday on Atlantic.


At the soundcheck, it was apparent that my newest rock star crush was going to be guitarist/sometimes singer Brian Carson (in the picture above, he's got on a red tie and sunglasses). He's a short little mo' fo' with a trendy haircut (in fact, I went out and got a sort of similar cut today - long on top, shorter in the back except for a trendy, new millenium-style rat tail). After that, we got to have the band sign our CDs. I think Brian totally fell for me when he saw how stunning I am. No, seriously... like, totally.

We had to kill a couple hours before the show started, so we hit Tower Records, some lame t-shirt store and got drinks at Black Angus. By the time we got to the show, the first of the two nauseating emo bands opening the concert was halfway done with their set. Just recalling how bad they were has me teetering on vomiting.

The second band was even worse. What the hell is wrong with these kids that are into emo? The bands suck! I stormed out of the main room and sat the band out on the floor of the lobby, eating a Nestle Crunch bar and playing Mobile Hawk on my cell phone.

Thankfully, when Louis XIV came on, they were ten times better than when I saw them last summer. They were total cock rock grooviness, emulating David Bowie, The Rolling Stones and Iggy Pop. The teenage chicks and old queen beside us sure seemed to enjoy it!

All in all, they're not the best band in the world, but they've got a lot of charisma. It's cool that there are finally some rock bands out there to get excited about. Plus, they're part of a growing number of artists who can hopefully pull pop music out of the dismal place it's sunk to these past few years. After all,it wasn't too long ago that "rock" was all about Limp Bizkit and Crazy Town. Those guys could only dream of being as cool as Louis XIV.

2 Comments:

  • At 2:15 PM, Blogger The Duke said…

    Definitely would drive 3 to 4 hours to see them - even with complainers in the backseat the whole way. And I'll be driving 2 to 3 hours to see them again this Saturday in Santa Ana. I just can't wait to get my car washed so I can put my Louis XIV bumper sticker on with pride!

    Oh, and by the way, it's Brian K-A-R-S-C-I-G, loverboy - hopefully he didn't stumble upon your post and see this awful mistake. That'll teach you to do your research!

    P.S.: I'm a little nervous to see your hair...

     
  • At 11:13 PM, Blogger J'ason D'luv said…

    Ahem!

    I only complained a tad.

    See the latest post about LXIV to see what I have to say about K-A-R-S-C-I-G.

    My hair. Unfortunately, since I ripped my contact lens and am wearing glasses til Saturday, I haven't been styling it like I want to. It'll make its' debut this weekend, though!

     

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