And it turns out, that’s a good thing. I talked about this with my wife, then with Morpar, then read about the scientific thoughts on it in this article. Thought the rest of you “immature adults” would like to know that you’re doing just fine.
There’s more info on the Discovery Channel news site, and the original abstract, written by the person who coined the term / state-of-being called ”psycological neoteny“.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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So I’m going to directly quote ANOTHER Seattlest article, this time about the awesome Thermals show at Chop Suey on Wednesday. The only thing I’d add to the review that follows is that there was no “wall of sound” like I was expecting. There were relatively quiet. Granted, I had my ear plugs in, but even then... I wanted to feel it.
Last time we saw The Thermals, they opened for Cursive and we were annoyed by the lack of response they received. To say that was not a problem at Wednesday's show is an understatement. Revisiting our show stasis theory, the sold out nature combined with the high-energy bill not only resulted in a frothy mess of people, but said frothiness only took a song and a half to develop.
Hutch (the lead singer) seemed pretty pleased with the show even during final sound check. When the band came out that enthusiasm was even more apparent. We were a little confused by the new new drummer and second guitarist, but once the music started we ceased to care. At this point we shouldn't have to mention the high-octane pop-punk of The Thermals, and how it hits that certain "jump around in your underwear Saturday morning" button. Well, this show was one of the best translations of that experience. The mosh pit added a fun element, just energetic enough to watch, but not so crazy you had to worry about taking an elbow to the face. In all, this was everything a Thermals show should be. Since it was a benefit, it exhibited everything an all-ages show could be as well.
I also found this on a Three Imaginary Girls post. It’s from their show the night before in Portland (where they’re from!) So fun! You really should have been there. Ladies and gentlemen, my first YouTube link:
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Friday, February 23, 2007
The guys over at Seattlest got it right. This is how I wish I’d written my Grizzly Bear review.
So, what did we do this past Friday? Suck down some DAYQUIL and head to Neumo’s. If anything is going to stop the Nag Champa overload it’s a stuffy nose. In typical Seattle fashion though, we arrived just before headliners Grizzly Bear took the stage. We’ve been chewing on their latest album “Yellow House” since it came out last year and still love it – there’s a reason for all the hype besides just a high Pitchfork rating (8.7). We weren’t sure their sound would translate well in a live setting but were happy to be proved wrong. In fact, almost every song we heard (and most of the material was from the new album) sounded huge at Neumo’s. Could this be the best room in Seattle? This band is actually one of the very few that we’ve heard sound better live than in the studio and that's saying a lot. They also did a lot of re-creating onstage with the live versions of their songs and we enjoyed that part of their act the most. Their comparison to the Beach Boys obviously has more to do with their harmonizing (some of the best we've ever heard) than it does their lyrical content; these aren’t songs about girls and surfing. Did they move around a lot? No. These guys get a lot of shit about that and it was noticeable; but if you close your eyes and just listen; this is some of the dreamiest music you’ll ever hear. Nobody was there to dance anyway. They could be labeled a bit “folky” at times; but different than their album in a good way. We admittedly don’t know much about layering sounds with electronic gadgets and some of the shit they were doing, but these guys can do a hell of a lot with a recorder and a flute and any other instrument they can get their hands on. The live versions of “Knife” and “On a Neck, On a spit” were unforgettable.
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