At Jello’s behest I went to go see Gayngs at the metro last night, by myself. I’m not exactly a stranger to that type of arrangement so I was cool with it. After standing outside trying to pick up an extra off one of the meandering trendsluts I said to myself,
“Fuck it.”
And went inside and paid face. It was twenty bucks. I felt like an asshole. The scene was the scene, which never changes and isn’t worth talking about at this point. You’ve been there, you’ve gawked and chortled, and it’s surprising every single time. I had a bjork shirt and my freshest pair of Nikes on with my big daddy rolex all shined up and real real real low on my wrist. Because I’m a bawsss.
They came out with 11 people on stage, rivaled only by Thievery Corporation who fit like 25 people on the diminutive Metro platform. Blasting through a couple of their “hits”, talking shit to audience member via autotune, and yucking it the fuck up for the first 20 minutes, Gayngs was out to entertain. Then they covered this:
The crowd was baffled, even though they were told it was a cover.
“Is this new it’s not on the album.”
“I think this is a cover.”
“No way dude they don’t do covers.”
On and on and on. The show was amazing, the crowd chatter sometimes got in the way of the music, since it’s so mellow and subdued, but I dealt. I had two guys next to me who were talking about their job at a high volume during this song:
I shot them a look and puffed out my chest, they got the message. I’m a scary looking dude with my new beard.
Basically, go see them. I can’t say enough about this weird little collective. They soft rock.
Love,
B
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