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Monday, May 19, 2008

Ghostland Observatory, 5.15.08. More photos.

I decided that I'd post some more of the photos from Ghostland Observatory, because even though they were challenging to capture from a digital camera without shutter control, it was a whole lotta fun and, as I mentioned, they totally blew me away, as characters onstage and as a couple of really great guys offstage.







Here's my BFF Kristian with the guys.

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Ghostland Observatory @ House of Blues, 5.15.08

I'm sure everyone who is seriously passionate about something has been afforded some cool experiences in their time. Like, as a kid I was a huge fan of Punky Brewster and got to meet Soleil Moon Frye at a "Say No To Drugs" march when I was in elementary school. I really thought I was so cool. A few years ago, when I was a bit more politically involved, I got to meet Arianna Huffington and she told me I was smart. I had a girl-crush ever since.

As time has gone on, I've had some cool shit happen where I have to sometimes pinch myself. Like, sometimes things just happen...they just work out with all the right pieces falling into place, and there you are totally lost in one huge awesome moment.

Thursday night, for me, was one such night. My bff has been in town a lot lately and suggested we try to go to the Ghostland Observatory show. I did a little digging, got in touch with the band, and come Thursday had a pair of tickets and a photo pass for their show.

I'd heard presale ticket sales were light, but by the night of the show, the band packed in plenty of fans to make for an exciting show. House of Blues has a strict three song photo policy, but perhaps because I was the only one there taking pictures or perhaps because they knew it was nearly impossible (with my camera, at least) to get solid pictures when the band relies so heavily on lasers and darkness, not to mention the continuous ass shaking, I have to admit that I snapped a couple hundred pictures to get about a dozen that are worth posting.

I'm not complaining, because the show was awesome. Aaron as a frontman reminds you of Mick Jagger, Freddy Mercury, Prince, and at times, I saw him as one of those Native American dancers you catch at street festivals, summoning the gods for rain or glory. I even saw a little Shakira ass shaking or M.I.A. swagger. Meantime, Thomas is killing it in his vampire cape, sometimes on keys and knobs and noise, and sometimes playing a drumkit.




The crowd loved it, too, and everyone was dancing, screaming, and generally going nuts about the pair onstage. They played for about an hour and a half and the energy never died. And the lasers? Killer effect that worked amazingly at the House of Blues. There was never a dull moment and there's no question why this band is getting tons of internet praise.



During the encore, I was about to step out, when I passed the merch table. There was only one shirt there, a bunch of price labels, and a pile of cash. WTF? So apparently, there had been nobody manning the table and people left their money for the merch that was available. I had to make a decision. Because I knew that Tim Mays was the promoter of the show, and because I had Thomas' direct contact info, and because I get hired to sell merch, I decided I couldn't just leave the shit there. I grabbed the cash, but in so doing, people came up to buy stuff. I saw the price list, checked out the merch stashed in a suitcase under the table, and took over. I sold a bunch of stuff, and then the show ended and Alex, who was there to sell merch, came up, we introduced ourselves, I gave him the stash of cash, then helped him sell until the staff swept everyone out of the venue.

So the deal was that G.O. does everything themselves...booking, touring, selling, everything. Alex was not only selling merch but working front of house, meaning he was managing the lights and sound. Once everyone was gone we got to chat and Thomas and Aaron came out. I introduced myself and got the biggest hug from Thomas, and Kristian was giddy because he is a superfan of the pair. By the end of that night, I was too. For my efforts, they hooked me up with a CD and a shirt, but honestly, being able to just be there was thanks enough. And now I cannot wait to see them again.

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

This Thursday: Ghostland Observatory At House of Blues

Look, San Diego. I know we're kinda sleepy here in this town, a little behind the curve when it comes to new music. I'm guilty of this. I hear a band's name in the blogosphere and then they don't even bother stopping here on their tours for a couple years, so why should I bother checking out their music? It's just the way we are. Not everyone, of course, but I know if I didn't get regular shipments of CDs in my mailbox, I'd spend everyday listening to August and Everything After.

Anyway, my BFF Kristian has been swearing by this band, Ghostland Observatory, for a couple years, and since I missed them last time they passed through, I've been threatened that I'm not allowed to miss them again. He was blown away at SXSW, and recently at The Fonda in LA. When someone like Kristian compares a band to Daft Punk, I don't take his recommendation lightly. There are plenty of tickets still available, so you're not allowed to miss them either.

Here's what Kristian has to say about the band:

Ghostland Observatory is not just a band, they are an institution- an institution of all that is awesome and unholy. When you see them perform live, it is clear that these two men have been possessed- possessed by something far beyond our mortal understanding of what it means to truly rock on every level. With each turn of a knob, hit of a switch, push of button or crash of a drum, Thomas Turner wields the dark arts of sonic sound like a sinister sorcerer conjuring spells from the depths of hell. And while Turner orchestrates, Aaron Behrens uses every limb of his body, strum of the guitar and shriek of his voice to exorcise the demons and spirits from every witch and warlock to ever burn at a stake. Don't believe me? Then come find out for yourself...

Ghostland Observatory
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