eumelia: (music)
I went to a K's Choice concert with friends last night.

Third row centre. Fuck yeah.

My friend ordered the tickets two months ago, as it was an acoustic and sit down concert, it felt very intimate and close - despite the hundreds of other people in the audience with me.

K's Choice have been a favourite of mine for a while now, well since the last time they were in Israel really! I "discovered" them on Buffy, even though I'd heard their songs on the radio and seen them on MTV (so innocent and young... I need to acquire Daria somehow.)

I won't go into detail, but suffice to say, because my life has been kicking my and mine's collective asses lately, I needed this concert like burning.

Because K's Choice's songs, bar none, are poignant and this being an acoustic event... well, my friends very much agreed that I was dehydrated by the end. I know, big deal, I cry all the time, it's something to note when I don't cry. I was emotionally drained and cried out - there were a few songs that had me bawling and I really had to control my breathing to not outright sob. But there you have it.

But I think I'm warranted at this point in my life to be really weepy all the time.

After the amazing concert we went to a cafe right next to the theatre and had French toast at midnight. I love having breakfast before bedtime.

And despite the fact that my laptop's screen decided to die and I cried myself to sleep - waking up and seeing the screen working as though last night never happened cheered me up greatly.

I still feel like I've been sucker-punched over and over again, and just as emotionally drained by last night, but I guess having a good thing happen (along with the birth of my nephew, who I think about whenever I want to have a do-over of the January) amidst all the bad stuff can be a good thing.
eumelia: (music)
I had completely forgotten about the K's Choice concert.

In early August a bunch of friends were talking about the fact that the band was coming back on tour to Israel, as they had performed earlier this summer.
I was "oh, cool" and asked my friends to get me a ticket. It was a club venue and not very expensive so I forked over the cash without much thought in mind.

Promptly I forgot about it. See, I like K's Choice, but they have never been a huge part of my life any more than simply really good music, you know.

Until I got a call on Saturday night from [ profile] nurint asking me if I was excited.

I asked: "About what?"

she said: "Uh, K's Choice?"

I was like: "Huh? OH! Right?! Yes, totally. Um, when is it?"

I was laughed at and got myself hyped up.

It was amazing. I'm speechless and can barely talk, I was shouting and screeching and flailing and OMG my legs were killing me! (they A/C was crazy and I was freezing so my knees completely locked up, also I'm on my period so I kept worrying that I may be, um, leaking... yeah.

They sang a huge amount of songs and everyone sang along, duh, we even did entire verses of a song or two.

Sara is really beautiful, cheek bones upon which you can cut glass and she so cute rocking out with a different guitar for every song! The bassist did a stage dive, but he's this fairly large guy and the majority of the audience were tiny Israeli girls, so it was a tad awkward (and scary). I was not there, I stood on a platform a few meters away from the stage, so there were a dozens of people in front of me, but I was above them so they weren't in my way!

Gert is an amazing guitarist, I was really moved by his rendition of "Shadowman", like I had tears rolling down my cheeks moved.

The performance was split into two parts. Kinda acoustic in the beginning, with the whole band sitting down and singing more softly and intimately. The second part was totally rocking it out, with everyone jumping up and down and everything.

Just amazing.

What's honestly amazing about K's Choice is how genuinely sweet they seem. As most of you know, there is constant effort to convince musicians and performers to boycott tours to Israel. K's Choice didn't obviously. And they were constantly in telling us that they'd never had such an enthusiastic audience like in Israel.
It warms the heart to hear something like that, no doubt, it's very nice to hear that we're an awesome audience.

While we stood in line to enter the club I heard many people talk about how awesome K's Choice were for not boycotting Israel and how they burned Elvis Costello and the Pixies for doing so.
Personally, I think Elvis Costello and the Pixies suck for cancelling their performances after people already bought tickets to the shows.
You wanna boycott, fine, don't come, but don't show your ass by saying you will and then deciding you can't take the heat from political critics.

I can't boycott Israel, the most I can do is boycott stuff made by Settlement businesses in the West Bank, but I'm part of the economy and I'm not going to stop being a part of it because I think bands and musicians I like shouldn't perform and make money for an economy built on the exploitation of others.

So, yeah, I didn't say any of that, because honestly I think I would have endangered my life by saying that I think the boycott is a good idea.

We're an awesome audience. They're an awesome band. In a perfect world, it would be enough. They said they'd be back and when they do, I'll be there again, they really are magnificent performers and maybe next time the letters they get telling them to boycott will be unnecessary.


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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"


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