a blog by Brian
For the Boys Productions presents, its first ever auditory video film spectacular. As our ears grow yellow from wax and mildew, the eardrums calibrate with each and every freckle of vibrating air entering them. We grow parasitically to soothing tones set upon a correct tempo. Layered above is a myriad of contrasting aspects and the bottom line, behind all this bullshit is my thought that live music is fucking sweet.
Knowing thine self, one might say “You’ve been to three concerts in your life, what in the flying funkmaster flex are you talking about?” Now that I’m already caught in a conversation with myself, I might as well continue. Concerts are awesome for a bunch of reasons, but not every venue gets it right and not every artist is putting on a quality show. Large spaces turn small fast with hundreds to thousands of people surrounding you. And to finalize my complaints: You can’t get to the concert fucked up (unless you want to pass out on the bus ride there and wake up in a hospital) and stay that way from the opener to the headliner, someone is always touching you, you can’t dance, you look like an idiot, and people are laughing at you. So what does the Keef prefer?
Small venue performances. Especially when you can get a bunch of friends in decent acoustic room with a guitar and some pipes. I’ve been to a lot of those, in bars, apartments, houses, and town owned athletic fields. Saying these types of performances are superior, would be disregarding the bands/artists who go on tour and kill each night. Also, if you like your girlfriend making out with other dudes and/or 15 year olds chiefing cigs they bummed off their 45 year old friend and exhaling them down your throat, then small live performances are not the place for you.
Can I attest to these things that I say?
No! When have I ever tested things I say?
Above is a video film of a couple boys playing a few of Hey Ya, probably the most covered non- rock song ever. It was shot on a Nikon Coolpix so nothing special coming out of this video, other than John and Ricky killing it that night. Again, it was shot on a Coolpix also using the in-camera mic, which is a stereo mic and I would like to explain what that means but I don’t think anyone cares. All I will say is, The Coolpix sucks, the mic sucks but these guys were awesome and it still sounds pretty fucking good considering the microphone is trying to capture the sound of the entire room. Just to make all my excuses now, the lighting was also poor. So I wasn’t trying to go around and fuck with whomever reigns dominion over the switches.
If you are a venue in the Massachusetts area and would like to contact John and Ricky about performing, you may reach them on Facebook:
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