Rock rock rock rock rock rock rock rock rock rock rock rock band

I sarificed a good night’s sleep, partial hearing, and having to spend two hours commuting to work (instead of my ususal 5 minutes) all to see “Other Jason” perform with the band Velva at Schubas last night. They played with the High Strung and Capitol Years.

I can tell you, it was totally and completely worth it. O.Jason had been telling me about this show, how they sing a song about Swedish Fish and he plays a laser, it’s wacked out — and it was all that and more.

The High Strung were the best part though. I never go to rock shows, and I usually don’t like them much. Watching the High Strung was amazing, and I didn’t feel my usual “Ehhh, I should get going” impatience. They could have been Muppets. They all wore white cowboy shirts and white Levis with palm-sized stars running down the arms and legs. The bassist smiled when he sang. The drummer looked as if he had cerebral palsy. (That sounds awful. I know. I know. It’s just that he was playing so GD hard, he looked like he had a congenital defect.)

Their music was like the Beatles, only harder. I know that sounds hackneyed and eye rolling, but that’s it. They were like audio Paxil. I came in neutral, but after watching the show, I felt a little happier.

(My “i hate rock shows” thing kicked in, about 11:30, and I left after hearing just two songs of Capitol Years, but they seemed to rock just as hard, and I plan on finding some of their music.)

Off to catch the effing train.