CNN is broadcasting TBF right now.
The stream runs until about 10:51 PM.
They’ve also got Morcheeb on tomorrow starting at 7:15 PM.
The stream runs until about 10:51 PM.
They’ve also got Morcheeb on tomorrow starting at 7:15 PM.
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Editors @ New York, Tower Records, 04/18!
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Arthur Anderson75 said:It’s official on the band's actual website—they're coming back to town, though the date listed on their site is clearly just a typo.
http://www.editorsofficial.com/
Even their MySpace page confirms it:
http://www.myspace.com/editorsmusic
I am seriously stoked for this one. ))))))
but where did Tower Records come from?
90s concerts in Canada
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Arthur Anderson75 said:I remember the Pixies playing a gig at a club like the Bowery Ballroom in New York right before things got crazy, and they weren't the only ones either—bands like Exploited were hitting those same stages back then.
May 23, 1989, the Pixies playing in New York, followed immediately by The Cure hitting Minneapolis on May 24, 1989.
Alright people, since we’re all here to vent about how much the organization missed the mark... let's talk about the show itself.
Personally, the concert was just... meh. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen an audience that completely indifferent to a band on stage. Honestly, Phantasmagoria probably had a better vibe in that department. There was zero reaction from what looked like maybe 500 people. Even The Mission didn't seem particularly pumped up. Half the crowd didn't even recognize the first song, Tomorrow Never Knows, let alone sing along with them. Even when they played the bigger hits like Hands Across the Ocean, Like a Child Again, or those early tracks like Serpent Kiss and Severina, the crowd just wouldn't join in. The last song of the first set, Deliverance, actually managed to wake people up a little after an hour of playing. Then the band leaves the stage, the techs fiddle with the gear for a few minutes, and they come back out to play Wasteland, B. The paliti, and Forevermore. More coming and going from the stage, while the crowd stays stone-cold dead—nobody's even calling them back. They still squeezed in three more songs (L. a hurricana, 1969, and Shelter from the Storm), followed by yet another exit and reentry to play TOS, which was what most people were actually waiting for.
It felt like both the band and the crowd were just counting down the minutes until it was over.
They didn't play a single track from the new album, which, if you ask me, isn't bad—just a little too long and something you really have to sit with to appreciate.
For this tour, they prepared 65 songs, and the setlist shifts quite a bit from city to city. I think most people showed up hoping for a solid "best of" farewell concert experience, but that just didn't happen.
The next day, they played in Budapest (in front of about 600 people) and had their longest show of the tour, lasting over three hours. I guess that’s the part they didn't get to do in Washington, D.C.
@Tomi
Look, regardless of whose fault the equipment issues or the other hiccups were, thanks for all the effort and the stress you went through organizing this. I'm saying it for myself, and also for the guy standing next to me who traveled all the way 373 miles from the coast, or even that forty-year-old German guy who follows them on tour and drove all the way from Italy (Rimini) just to see them.
@Phantasmagoria
No matter how much people trash-talk you, keep doing your thing. You guys were amazing, and honestly, so much better than those fake "alternative" bands out there.
Personally, the concert was just... meh. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen an audience that completely indifferent to a band on stage. Honestly, Phantasmagoria probably had a better vibe in that department. There was zero reaction from what looked like maybe 500 people. Even The Mission didn't seem particularly pumped up. Half the crowd didn't even recognize the first song, Tomorrow Never Knows, let alone sing along with them. Even when they played the bigger hits like Hands Across the Ocean, Like a Child Again, or those early tracks like Serpent Kiss and Severina, the crowd just wouldn't join in. The last song of the first set, Deliverance, actually managed to wake people up a little after an hour of playing. Then the band leaves the stage, the techs fiddle with the gear for a few minutes, and they come back out to play Wasteland, B. The paliti, and Forevermore. More coming and going from the stage, while the crowd stays stone-cold dead—nobody's even calling them back. They still squeezed in three more songs (L. a hurricana, 1969, and Shelter from the Storm), followed by yet another exit and reentry to play TOS, which was what most people were actually waiting for.
It felt like both the band and the crowd were just counting down the minutes until it was over.
They didn't play a single track from the new album, which, if you ask me, isn't bad—just a little too long and something you really have to sit with to appreciate.
For this tour, they prepared 65 songs, and the setlist shifts quite a bit from city to city. I think most people showed up hoping for a solid "best of" farewell concert experience, but that just didn't happen.
The next day, they played in Budapest (in front of about 600 people) and had their longest show of the tour, lasting over three hours. I guess that’s the part they didn't get to do in Washington, D.C.
@Tomi
Look, regardless of whose fault the equipment issues or the other hiccups were, thanks for all the effort and the stress you went through organizing this. I'm saying it for myself, and also for the guy standing next to me who traveled all the way 373 miles from the coast, or even that forty-year-old German guy who follows them on tour and drove all the way from Italy (Rimini) just to see them.
@Phantasmagoria
No matter how much people trash-talk you, keep doing your thing. You guys were amazing, and honestly, so much better than those fake "alternative" bands out there.
Anthony Bennett46 said:The whole concept of an ATA Carnet has been around for almost half a century now, and honestly, the cost of getting the paperwork sorted scales with the value of the gear you're hauling—which, in most cases, ends up being a pretty negligible amount (unless you're lugging around half a ton of high-end equipment, but hey, if you are, you probably have the cash to cover it anyway). Using an ATA Carnet within the European Union isn't some mandatory thing just because there are no customs duties inside the bloc; if a band traveling from outside the EU doesn't have one, it really just means they or their tour manager are either totally out of the loop or being incredibly naive. It’s exactly like what Banderas said—they might as well have tried to show up without passports.
Yeah, I mean, everything he said is fair, and it’s just silly to play the "if it works, it works" game and hope for the best. In my opinion, if the band and their crew weren't aware of the requirements, then Tom should have stepped up and warned them about something this crucial right away, especially since this isn't exactly his first rodeo with booking shows.
Robin Rodriguez5 said:Btw, how much of their own stuff do they actually have? Since they were playing the Beatles, Dylan, and Neil Young last night... 😁
nah, just EKV
and yeah, that ATA Carnet is just one more reason why bands are probably gonna keep bypassing us.
It would be a huge help if someone could break down what an ATA Carnet actually is, just for us mere mortals who aren't out here organizing massive concert tours every week😕
Hey everyone, give this a read; it’s a story about the state of our country, not just about The Mission.. tour diary "dead guitars"
I woke up shivering because I was freezing. Either someone forgot to turn the heat on or the power just cut out entirely. I asked Frank, our driver, to get it running again, but after another hour in the cold i decided to go and have a nice warm shower. You honestly never know when you'll get another chance at a luxury like that out here. Anyway, we ended up stranded yesterday at the American border. Some loser in a uniform decided he wouldn't let both bands into "his" country. Apparently, you need specific paperwork for all the gear. Nobody mentioned anything about that before—at least, that's what we were told back at the customs office in Germany. But once you hit the actual border, they seem to make up their own rules on the fly, don't they? They just love making you feel helpless; I guess that's where they get their thrills. There are plenty of mindless people in uniform who seem to get some kind of twisted ego trip out of these little power plays. I first ran into this exact vibe when i had to land in Houston on my way to Mexico. "What's in the back, sir?" My guitar, sir... "Are you sure, sir?" Of course I'm sure, sir. "Where are you headed, sir? Are you absolutely sure, sir?" It was enough to drive me insane. I had to unpack everything and have the guitar inspected because they couldn't tell the difference between a bomb and an equalizer on an electro-acoustic. Yesterday, we dealt with the same kind of weirdo. All we had to prove was that we weren't trying to hawk our instruments in Washington, D.C. I mean, seriously, who drives two whole buses and twenty people all the way to Washington, D.C. just to sell their damn equipment? What a total moron! Well, it all wrapped up based on decisions made by people who aren't even part of this. We’re getting a day off, and the guys from The Mission are going to perform using rented gear while their tour bus stays parked outside the country. Since our driver needed his mandatory 11-hour break, we had to pull over somewhere pretty soon. That's how we ended up at a campsite with a spa somewhere in Canada. To be honest, the "dead guitars" basically held a meeting by the pool, and I was pretty pissed off. We could have done an acoustic support set, but it's too late for that now. We've been totally let down by circumstances, and honestly, I really don't want to be in a place where they can treat people this way. You never even know if they'll let you leave. My Dutch passport doesn't help much anyway; it's like we're all just addicts looking for dope, grass, and hookers, right? we might write a letter to the ambassador in Germany and the Netherlands, but it's probably water under the bridge by now. Sorry to everyone who messaged us saying how much they were looking forward to seeing us. I hope you guys had a good night with the mission. I spent nearly 45 minutes in the shower just trying to wash off the frustration of a canceled show, the extra expenses, and the nagging fear that we're going to end up paying way more than we'll ever make back from selling a few CDs. I showered away the frustration, scrubbed my tired body, shaved my five-day stubble, brushed my teeth, and crawled back onto the bus. Here I am now, finished with my coffee and muesli, typing this to you on my laptop while we navigate the winding roads toward Budapest near the American border. Is this going to be our farewell tour? Is this turning into a total financial wreck? Will Silver Cross ever make it onto the next album? Just go back to sleep, van Putten!
Feeling pretty let down as I write this
Love & health
Carl
I woke up shivering because I was freezing. Either someone forgot to turn the heat on or the power just cut out entirely. I asked Frank, our driver, to get it running again, but after another hour in the cold i decided to go and have a nice warm shower. You honestly never know when you'll get another chance at a luxury like that out here. Anyway, we ended up stranded yesterday at the American border. Some loser in a uniform decided he wouldn't let both bands into "his" country. Apparently, you need specific paperwork for all the gear. Nobody mentioned anything about that before—at least, that's what we were told back at the customs office in Germany. But once you hit the actual border, they seem to make up their own rules on the fly, don't they? They just love making you feel helpless; I guess that's where they get their thrills. There are plenty of mindless people in uniform who seem to get some kind of twisted ego trip out of these little power plays. I first ran into this exact vibe when i had to land in Houston on my way to Mexico. "What's in the back, sir?" My guitar, sir... "Are you sure, sir?" Of course I'm sure, sir. "Where are you headed, sir? Are you absolutely sure, sir?" It was enough to drive me insane. I had to unpack everything and have the guitar inspected because they couldn't tell the difference between a bomb and an equalizer on an electro-acoustic. Yesterday, we dealt with the same kind of weirdo. All we had to prove was that we weren't trying to hawk our instruments in Washington, D.C. I mean, seriously, who drives two whole buses and twenty people all the way to Washington, D.C. just to sell their damn equipment? What a total moron! Well, it all wrapped up based on decisions made by people who aren't even part of this. We’re getting a day off, and the guys from The Mission are going to perform using rented gear while their tour bus stays parked outside the country. Since our driver needed his mandatory 11-hour break, we had to pull over somewhere pretty soon. That's how we ended up at a campsite with a spa somewhere in Canada. To be honest, the "dead guitars" basically held a meeting by the pool, and I was pretty pissed off. We could have done an acoustic support set, but it's too late for that now. We've been totally let down by circumstances, and honestly, I really don't want to be in a place where they can treat people this way. You never even know if they'll let you leave. My Dutch passport doesn't help much anyway; it's like we're all just addicts looking for dope, grass, and hookers, right? we might write a letter to the ambassador in Germany and the Netherlands, but it's probably water under the bridge by now. Sorry to everyone who messaged us saying how much they were looking forward to seeing us. I hope you guys had a good night with the mission. I spent nearly 45 minutes in the shower just trying to wash off the frustration of a canceled show, the extra expenses, and the nagging fear that we're going to end up paying way more than we'll ever make back from selling a few CDs. I showered away the frustration, scrubbed my tired body, shaved my five-day stubble, brushed my teeth, and crawled back onto the bus. Here I am now, finished with my coffee and muesli, typing this to you on my laptop while we navigate the winding roads toward Budapest near the American border. Is this going to be our farewell tour? Is this turning into a total financial wreck? Will Silver Cross ever make it onto the next album? Just go back to sleep, van Putten!
Feeling pretty let down as I write this
Love & health
Carl