A Night in Seattle, part 2

Before the following evening began, at least one thing was certain: we had to see a rock concert. I searched and searched online for any possible option but it soon felt like we had chosen the wrong saturday night in Seattle to catch psychadelic rock show. I felt like I was on to something when I stumbled upon a concert hosted by the Vera Project, which is also who sponsored the last Seattle rock show I went to six months ago in April. However, upon closer inspection, the concert was cancelled and I was disappointed because it sounded quite promising. However, I didn't give up hope because the other option we were going have to settle for would've been a movie, and although I would've enjoyed myself, I would've felt weird having travelled a thousand miles to Seattle just to catch a movie in the cheap (although shamelessy hip) theater.

So I kept scrounging for more choices and I found out about a place called Sunset Tavern where another little show was to take place that night. It was cheap and after checking out the band's myspace pages, we decided that the music seemed to be right up our alley. The three bands that played were Vandaveer, who are pictured above, These the United States and Velella Velella. Each of the bands were quite different from each other but fantastic in their own way. Vandaveer was way chill and just permeated an intensely free spirited attitude in their music, lyrics and the way in which they carried themselves on and off stage. These the United States were hippies as well, but their tunes were a lot more frantic and classic rock sounding, with a slightly southern touch. I'd compare them to a modern day Lynard Skynard or a louder and crazier Wilco. The last band was my favorite for a lot of reasons. For one, two of the band members were woman who did most of the backup vocals and played instruments as well. They also had a hip sound that's fairly new for the music world-- kind of dancy and retro with a lot of techno influence. It's basically rock and roll mixed with Daft Punk techno (which in itself contains a lot of funk and R&B) and the trippiness of everything produced by expert soundsmith, Moby. I know that it's a lot to digest, so I don't expect you to hear it clearly in your head based solely on my sketchy description. But I do recommend you look them up if you get the chance.

I forgot to mention that before the concert we stopped by H&M and picked up some pimpin' threads-- I'd be clearly limited in my choices if I were to buy all my clothes in the eastern Idaho region, so I had no choice but to hit that up.