So, last week I had the pleasure of having multiple musical orgasms. In case you don’t understand my weird, make-it-up-as-I-go-along language yet, this means my senses were stimulated by beautiful, amazing music
Last week, my friend Jeremy randomly texted me asking if I liked Rent. My immediate response? “DUH!” I have been in love with this musical since I first discovered it when I was 16. He responded and asked me if I’d like to hang out, that he had an extra ticket for a show on campus that Saturday. I immediately responded yes. It wasn’t until the day that I realized I didn’t actually know what I signed on to do. I showed up at the location on campus where Jeremy said to meet him for the ticket, and GUESS WHAT?!
I unknowingly agreed to see Puccini’s La Boheme, the opera which Rent is based off of!!!!!
This has been on my bucketlist for quite some time, and let me tell you, it blew my mind. The opera was in Italian, but there was a translation on the screen behind the orchestra. I was left flabbergasted by the similarities between Rent and La Boheme, and at one point I got angry, feeling as if Rent was a rip off of this fabulous opera. Then I thought about it and realized that most musicals are based off of something else.
La Boheme was stunning. Between the amazing vocals and the phenomenal instrumental music, I was left in tears by the conclusion of the performance. I left the theater with a newfound appreciation for Rent and Jonathon Larson, as well as a large amount of awe for Puccini. His opera was absolutely stunning, and I couldn’t get over the overwhelming power of the musical selections. There’s something about an amazing set of instrumental music that blows my mind and feel incredibly cultured.
RJ & I
A few days later, I embraced the tickets I had won at the Sex, Love, and Dating Conference last month and attended a Cobra Starship concert with my friend, RJ. The State Theatre, where the concert was held, literally had hardly anyone there. Granted, the show was on a Tuesday, but I didn’t have high hopes after seing that the crowd was primarily made up of squealing teenagers and boys with skinny jeans and long dark hair with blonde streaks it.
RJ showing off the HUGE crowd at the show…. half an hour after it started.
This show wasn’t as culturally enlightening or tear-worthy like La Boheme.
The night opened with a set by The Ready Set. They weren’t amazing, but they weren’t terrible either. I definitely enjoyed them, but I wouldn’t buy their music.
Instead of wasting space showing Breathe Carolina here’s the security guard who I lovingly nicknamed Big Joe. He tackled someone at one point.
The next set was by Breathe Carolina. All I can say is ugh. I didn’t like them at all. The one singer was waaaaay too full of himself, and their music was almost painful to sit through. I was very glad I didn’t pay for the tickets at this point.
Cobra Starship! (3/4 of them…)
FINALLY Cobra Starship came on. I have a confession… I have an inexplicable crush on anyone with musical talent. My sexuality doesn’t matter when an individual can sing, and if an individual can sing AND play the guitar, well, you can guarantee I’ll be momentarily getting my panties in a bunch over them. Gabe Saporta, the lead singer of Cobra Starship, may not have a phenomenal voice, but he knows how to have fun on stage, and that, combined with Victoria, the band’s vocalist, was just plain sexy. I was mesmerized and couldn’t stop watching, singing along, and dancing!
The guitarist played his guitar backwards at one point…
(Yes, I became THAT girl and danced along to mediocre music like I knew what I was doing.)
Gabe Saporta, lead singer
All in all, I had more fun watching the crowd than I did listening to the music. In particular, I enjoyed watching two girls RJ & I dubbed “Stefani and girlfriend.” The one girl looked like Lady Gaga (hence the nickname Stefani) and the other girl wanted her…bad. We spent most of the night deciding if they were girlfriends, or super-touchy-feely-best-friends-while-drunk. Either way they were still hot. *shrugs*
GF and Stefani!
Music is powerful. Sometimes when you see a show, you cry tears of joy and amazement at the beauty erupting from the show before you. Other times, you want to cry and leave because the music isn’t your forte. Either way, music has the power to evoke raw, genuine emotion from you and turn your night in an entirely different direction. Music is sexy, and that’s basically all you have to know.
That, and if you’re a single lesbian who sings and plays the guitar I want your number….