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Although Danny is a mechanical engineer, I noticed during my vetting/proof-reading that he refrains from even once in his recollections trailing off into thermodynamic theory or tangentially providing directions for replacing a BMW engine. In his first sentence, Danny does, however, make some pretty bold personal statements. These, of course, should be taken in the context of coming from a guy who, before I got my driver's license, would extort me for a couple of bucks before he would drive me the mile from his house to mine after we went skateboarding. That said, I'll be the bigger man and note that Danny is one of the raddest people I know. Plus he has an amazing fiancé who puts up with the skateboard ramp and above ground pool in their backyard.
Thanks Codd.- Kevin
Kevin is lazy and cheap. I should know, being that I am even lazier and cheaper than he is.
While Kevin was mostly pissed at the attitude the asshole bouncer copped when his name didn't appear on the band's list like it was supposed to, I was more ticked that the promised complimentary pass was now going to cost me twelve bucks. Luckily, the show was well attended by many familiar faces, as Kevin apparently had pre-arranged for a mini-San Diego reunion to occur in the hallway of the Casbah's outside patio. Like I said, Kevin is lazy, so the convenience of a one-stop friend mixer made perfect sense.
We talked for a while about everything, nothing, and weddings, which caused us to miss the opening act. All Smiles' new album is great, and I'm a big fan of Grandaddy, but the band sounded a bit murky and off. Instead of the music, we were treated to the drunken optimism of a burgeoning inventor friend; the Driving-Doggie-No-Tip-Water-Cup shows some promise, but I Kevin was the only one backing the idea of a gift set that included a bottle of tequila, a cape, and a Mexican wrestling mask. No matter how much he pleaded, Kevin couldn't get anyone to call him The Well Hungarian, and rather than listen to him rattle we instead made our way inside for the main event. Fortunately, Menomena was just starting their set.
The three members of Menomena were really inspiring to see live; their music builds up in layers, with each musician adding another complementing sound to the mix. The excellent and wacky saxophone was only surpassed by the ADD-like attention to detail for the keyboards and xylophone. In my humble and sober opinion, the drummer was by far the most captivating thing on stage throughout the band's long set, populated with all the Menomena favorites, and even came back for a two-song encore.
Like I mentioned earlier, I am lazy and cheap, so my only real source of new music is CDs people leave in my car or stuff Kevin is nice enough to mail to me. Some of it is just plain bad, but more often than naught he'll come through with a few really good bands. After playing the first Menomena album, I Am The Fun Blame Monster, in the car, my fiancé commented that, "this is good, who is this?" I of course tried to say their name, which resulted in her busting out in her favorite Muppets-inspired Cake song, "mah na-mah na…."
The show was a real treat, even if we had to pay to get in. Old friends, a band that sounded even better live than on their alum, and a chance to hang out with lazy, cheap Kevin, who is too lazy to even write this review.
-- Danny Codd SEE ALSO: www.menomena.com
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An aspiring global adventurer who cut his teeth on the sandy beaches and dirty bitches of Southern California, Kevin Alfoldy now spends his non-vacation days in Brooklyn, New York, where he occasionally finds the time to rub the crust out of his eyes long enough to contribute reviews and feature articles for LAS. A longtime staff member, Kevin also captains the tattered, often half-sunk raft of EPmd, our irregular column of EP reviews.
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