stellastarr*

I went to a stellastarr* concert today. My recap of the event (all times are approximate):

7:30 - show is supposed to start. I find out that there are two opening acts, meaning that stellastarr* doesn't start until 9, meaning that i could have stayed a work longer. hmm.... sign number 324 that i've been working at an investment bank too long.

7:40 - the first crappy alt-rock opening act starts playing. music is way too loud. i buy a beer (7 bucks! @#$@#).

7:45 - hey, there's a cute girl standing all alone. maybe i should try to make some conversation seeing as how this place is deserted and that the band sucks.... on second thought, naw.

7:50 - feedback from the instruments resulting in a loud screeching noise. ouch.

7:55 - done with beer.

7:56 - feeling sleepy.

8:10 - i think i know that girl that just walked past - she works at the newbury comics on newbury, i think.

8:15 - 2nd crappy alt/rock opening act starts playing. the lead singer is weird. he does weird robotic dance moves

8:20 - hey, they're not so bad. maybe it's the beer talking.

8:25 - the crowd here is 17-30, predominantly white, and most look like they're suffering from teen/early adult angst. good times.

8:30 - the lead singer is trying to be funny i think. too bad the excessive reverb on his mike makes him impossible to hear. crowd chuckles politely.

8:45 - really loud up hear.

8:55 - they're done. stellastarr* is up next. should i feel like a tool because i discovered them through paul shirley's blog on espn (he's a former 6'11" NBA player)?

9:05 - i watch the roadies set up. they have to tune alot of guitars. i wonder if they like their job.

9:10 - stellstarr* comes on. the bassist chick really tall. she pulls off the whole detached, disaffected rocker thing quite well.

9:20 - someone yells out "I want you inside me." nice.

9:30 - i wonder if the bouncer dude who stands in front the stage with earplugs enjoys his job. i mean, he can't hear anything and he's just staring at the audience for like 3 hours.

10:10 - stellastarr* finishes. i've been touched by their show, moved even. stellastarr* can touch slightly jaded investment bankers just the same as disaffected college students and 6'11" NBA players. a ringing endorsement if i ever heard one.

10:20 - hey, the dude from stellstarr* is standing by the t-shirt booth. i feel like i should ask for an autograph or say something like "hey dude, great show!" but both feel dumb.

10:30 - the editors start playing. have i mentioned that i don't know any of their songs?

10:45 - the editors aren't bad, but this feels like an opening act, except that they're playing after the headliner.

10:50 - leave the club. who's up for snow patrol this weekend?

in other news, I will no longer be a slightly jaded investment banker come June. I received and accepted an offer from a private equity/venture capital firm in Boston, so now I will be a slightly jaded private equitist. hmm.. that doesn't sound right, how about slightly jaded corporate raider? slightly jaded financier? how about slightly jaded, but surprisingly enthusiastic venture capitalist? sounds good.