What in the name of Voldemort is going on? I was transported to a bizarre world ruled by happy nerds yesterday.
The Whomping Willows and The Remus Lupins participated in a "PotterCast" at Johnson County's Central Resource Library.
While I genuinely like the Harry Potter books and movies, I attended out of morbid curiosity. I received plenty of dirty looks, consequently, when I guffawed at some of the absurd rituals on display. In a pre-show trivia contest, for instance, contestants identified themselves by their "wizard names" and their "house." I also freaked out when a girl won a prize by reciting the full name of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
I was ultimately charmed, however, by the sweet innocence exhibited by the audience of about 150. The music? Not so much. The Whomping Willows sounded like a cross between Jonathan Richman and Mitchel Musso. Decide for yourself- here's a self-referential video. I didn't stick around for the Remus Lupins.
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Kansas City Click: Am I man enough to experience Sunn O))) tonight at the Riot Room?
(Original image of autographed shirt by There Stands the Glass.)
5 comments:
I'm failing to see the appeal of Sunn O))), which in the linked video appears to be a bunch of dudes in hooded robes with some smoke machines and feedback.
Yeah, the Melvins did this schtick much better on a couple albums in the 90s. I do however, think the robes totally rule.
As for Pottercast, HIB there are some photos online that may tickle your fancy.
C'mon, AZ! Where's your sense of adventure? Going to a Sunn O))) show, I suspect, is like accepting a double-dog-dare. It's a test of endurance.
My excuse for not going will be that I didn't want to damage my ears. And that's a legit concern- can you imagine how loud it'll be in that little tavern?
Hey! I'm in this shot, DLC.
A point well taken, HIB. I suppose it would be a superb test of auditory endurance. I suppose I just prefer to get my noise elsewhere, say, Ornette Coleman.
In all honesty, that video reminds me of me in college, minus the smoke and hooded robes. I used to sit in my little basement apartment some evenings and de-tune my electric guitar and come up with some creepy stuff.
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