This is what happens when I bring a camera. There doesn’t have to be as many burdensome words.
Last night, I went to an album release show of a band called Book on Tapeworm. Here they are:
The percussionist here is my husband’s brother:
Here was their real-life, life-size set last night at the Velour. As you can see, the stage quite resembles the band’s CD case:
Here’s Gavin working his magic. He came all the way back from grad school in Illinois for this show. This guy is legit:
So, if the set looks surreal, if the CD packaging is styled after their set, you can expect to hear music that’s ethereal and transcendent and not harsh and grating and makes you feel like gagging yourself.
If you’re into well-written songs, tight harmonies and angelic voices; if you like thoughtful music that truly reflects how serious and professional and skilled the musicians are; if you appreciate the shrinks, swells, and swings of emotion in music that makes you sigh with longing or nostalgia; and if you want the mystery and magic of the morning mists meandering groves and chaparrals, then you’ll love this album.
If you don’t like any of that stuff, I can accurately conclude that you’re pretty stupid.
Also, these folks are incredibly nice and insufferably cool people. None of the band members are likely to become supreme jerks when they become rich and famous.