The Post-Rockist

If there is one thing that sucks about working for a multi-million dollar corporate entity (among many thousand other things), it’s that you have to wait till after work to blog about the shows you saw the night before. So even though I’m posting this less than 24 hours after the events you’ll find herein, this is late by www time standards. However, Whalebomb and I will be covering, to best of our blogging abilities, as much of the four-day event as we can (please see our preview) by taking tomorrow off (or at least I will).

Blowout 2008! I think it deserves an opening essay. Whalebomb, in 200 words or less, answer the question: “What does the first night of the Blowout means to me?” Whalebomb, why don’t you stand up and read your paper to the class:

“Snapping that Wristband on last night resulted in an instant headache. It’s as if my body knows. The Wristband is a trigger for a future hangover, there’s nothing I can do about it.

Not only does the Wristband act as a four day pass for the Blowout, it also acts as a four day pass to life. No one who is wearing the Wristband for the next three days is doing any work. Sure, they may be at work, but they aren’t doing any work. They are moaning. They are thinking about coming up with a game plan to survive until 2:00 a.m. tonight and do it all again tomorrow. And the next day. The Wristband is my “Be nice to me, I gave blood” sticker. It’s the beat up face from fight club. If you see the the Wristband on someone else, you know what they’re doing, and you don’t need to say anything to them. Just be kind and keep your voice down.

Someone push the reset button.”

Ummmmmmm: You get an “A.”

Well, since we are a bit late reporting, I can first point you here, here, and here. That about does it, generally. See how great a job we’re doing already! So since everybody was at the party, how about some pictures with occasional comments. Sorry I can’t get more to you, my babys–I’m running late for Thursday night at the Blowout as I type.

^{This is I, Crime. They’re a good band. Kind of reminded me a little of Apples in Stereo, but that might be because the lead singer of I, Crime kind of reminds me of Robert Schneider sans the frames.}

^Eons

<sup>Eons have gotten a lot of press, and well deserved, but once again, the sound quality at a Detroit venue strikes again. The high end of the aural spectrum was so high and painful that it was difficult to concentrate on the music. I’ll definitely have to check out Eons again, for no other reason that to listen to them unencumbered by treble splitting my brain in two.

Got to the Majestic a bit early for The Silent Years, and Punk Fitness Detroit was showcasing their stuff. To be honest, I think it’s a nice idea–especially in this city–to link fitness (a generally douche-y activity to begin with) with being a hard ass, a punk. But this didn’t look very punk at all. Still I tried to snap a picture. The relevance of this picture is that as I was taking it some dude nearby picked up one of the hula hoops drunkedly, and in a very drunken manner, started spinning and smacked the beer can resting in my coat pocket, just as I was taking this picture.

Thanks asshole. I will say that the Punk Fitness girls redeemed themselves. After their “set” and what looked like a good workout, they walked by all mean looking smoking cigarettes. Fitness and cigarettes? Gotta admit that’s pretty punk.

The Silent Years</sup>

^{Blackreign and Ohkang were definitely the night’s highlight, just as I predicted they would be. I love rock music and pop music, but it’s difficult for even a really good rock band to compete with a passable Hip-Hop act. Period. And Blackreign and Ohkang were better than passable.}

^{It’s Blowout Bitches!}

Actually, I must admit that taking pictures of bands is cool, but I’m going to try to get lots of pictures of actual people tonight. Gives you a better feel for the event, I believe.

If you sea any typos, I didn’t proofread this yet b/c I’m running late for the Blowout as it is. Corrections will be made Friday morning. Have fun tonight, kiddies!

–Posted by Scotter