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"Life goal: start Boston cover band." 

 

 

Webster Hall is Haunted 

    My friend got me a ticket to Ghostland Observatory (GO) this past Friday.  They played Webster Hall and I was really excited because I had never been to the recently land marked venue.  Well, I wouldn't say excited... Maybe intrigued would be a better word considering the crowd of Long Island douche bags, uptown 'gangstas', and NYU physics majors that are usually lined up outside every weekend.

    Webster Hall is a pretty cool little venue.  I appreciated the building itself but everything after that warranted a can of gasoline and matches.  The venue was terrible when it came to bar service.  There were two bars each being worked by no more than three people.  It took me over 30 minutes to get a drink among a myriad of people and my elbows were resting ON the bar.  I must say this is a huge minus in my book.  There was a fleeting moment where my inner Pat Bateman felt the need to unleash itself:

"You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood."

  If I ever go back (not likely) I will either get absolutely shitfaced before hand or remain sober.  Appalling...

    Next order of business... The concert itself.  I didn't know much about GO but my friend was really excited to see them after he saw them at a music festival in Florida.  Tickets were $20 so what the hell, why not?  The concert was neat... The duo of keyboardist and pig tailed front man worked the stage behind a blinding light display.  Some of the lights were so blinding that at times it seemed like they weren't on stage at all, which is a compliment to their name.   The cape wearing-half of GO, Thomas Turner, banged away  on his synth and drums in a concentrated manor while Aaron Behrens, the eccentric front man, worked the stage all night like a rock star.  His moves and voice reminded me of Freddy Mecury.

    The definitely rocked the crowd for the first half of the show.  Then the energy started to dwindle, I must give credit to Behrens/Turner they rocked it, but it felt like I was in a cemetery.  This band plays DANCE music.  I was in the middle of the floor with my friends and we were four out of maybe twenty people that were moving.  The show was SOLD OUT.  Nobody was dancing, I felt like I was waiting in line at a methadone clinic.  It was too a point where I was annoyed.  There was no energy present for a semi-enjoyable band.  I left before the encore, pausing briefly at the door to give them one more chance to resurrect the crowd.  As I listened to the opening bars to their first tune I glanced up and saw a girl by herself twirling glo sticks... A definite cue to depart the morgue.