Art is Hard

The other day I was having a conversation about good music and its lack of optomism. While most albums aren't 100% melancholic, the more memorable songs are the ones that we turn to when we're not feeling all too chipper. Even positive music can be tainted simply by its association with a rough period in our lives. Browsing through my record collection I could only point out three or four quixotic bands that I can honestly say I enjoy. The Go! Team now sits triumphantly at the top of that list.

March 23rd, 2006 was just another Thursday. Wake up, go to work and do whatever it takes to make 8 hours not feel like forever. At least I had a show to look forward to that night. My fellow concert goer finally arrived around 6 and we were in Brooklyn by 8. We got some Thai at a gay restaurant (I call it gay because a scene from Garden State was shot there and I hate Zack Braff more than transparent noodles) and made it to Northsix by 9:30. By the looks of the crowd I knew I'd be in for a long night. I'm not sure if it was the guy in the blue liesure suit, the huge drunk who smelled bad and liked to rub against people, or the 14-year old wearing German WWII garb making out with his girlfriend while one of their moms watched. Whatever, the lights are dimming...

AHHH CRAP!!! The opener pisses me off! It's not that they suck, they actually aggrivate me. Remove the terrible lyrics and queer singers (I call them queer because they obviously have sex with each others asses) and you would have yourself a group of talented musicians who, more or less, possess their own sound. It saddens me when good things go to waste.

Not sure if you can tell, but by now I'm borderline cynical; nothing positive is running through my mind. The sound is going to suck...smelly guy is going to stand next to me...it's getting late and I have work tomorrow...$5 for a Bud Light!!! I don't even like Bud Light. Great, the band is coming on.

Turn that frown upside down. This band is the Mr. Rogers of indie. They whisked me off into the Land of Make Believe faster than you can say, "Won't you be my neighbor." Imagine punk rock meets disco, dates her for two and a half years, they break up, punk finds indie electronic, marries her and they have a baby who grows up to be the head cheerleader in her high school. Her name? The Go! Team.

If you don't know who they are I suggest you find out. If you don't appreciate my suggestion than I suggest you look inside yourself. This music is what music should be. Too many people, including myself, keep the negative in the forefront and neglect all that is good. So put on the Go Team!, turn it up, and live.