The music, people and stupid moments that make up the nightlife
In case you really, honestly care, I had all four of my wisdom teeth pulled at the end of last week, which meant that I had to spend the whole weekend inside. For someone who loathes staying in one place all day, that is hell. Bored out of my mind and hopped up on nausea-inducing Vicodin, I decided to purge my My Space account of all friend collectors, bands that I don't really dig and have, like, 10,000 people on there pages and promoters who have to plug their parties, et.al. no fewer than twelve times in one hour but never seem to have enough time to respond to any emails I might send to them. In the process, I inadvertently deleted roughly 50 people that I really do know and like (although I can't remember who was deleted at this point). On the plus side, though, I reacquainted myself with some My Space-affiliated artists that I really do enjoy. Over the next few days, I'll post links to these fine folks.
Let's start things off with
the Majestic High. I met Andi when I first joined My Space and it seemed like every Armenian kid with a penchant for indie rock was part of this internet clique. Anyhow, Andi is from LA, but lives in Seoul and, as you can tell from his band's page, he really digs psychedelic sounds. Andi and Cindi make the sort of music that kept me tuned in to Rodney on the Roq and college radio back in the early-1990s. In other words, it's like getting high simply off of listening to one Creation Records band after another, which is entirely possible, trust me.