Mission Mission

They’re coming to Gilman next month! Oh Sees are opening! Pencil it in!

Nobody makes me want to dance as much as they do. Nobody makes me forget my troubles the way they do. I see them all the time, and every time is pure joy. Thanks, Oh Sees!

It was cool to see them play today in a megatent packed to the gills with people. Everybody seemed to dig it, especially the kids in the pit.

Note: If the pit area is an actual pit full of soft dusty dirt, and you spend a whole Oh Sees show in the pit, you will become dirt. You cry dirt, you snot dirt, you spit dirt — you bleed dirt.

Yeah, Shilpa Ray. The Shilpa Ray we mentioned the other day! I told you she was going places. Today was just her second performance with the band, and she nailed it. (I think. I left after three or four songs to go back down the hill for the Oh Sees.)

!!! were bomb as usual.

I saw this guy’s shirt and ran up to him, screaming, “I LOVE FORLORN CANDY CORN!”

I explained that I was a fan of the wheatpastes and whatnot we see around SF (and elsewhere) from time to time, and he explained that they’re all done by a dude from Austin (which we already knew I guess), and that a local Austin company called Industry decided to throw it on a t-shirt. Bomb.

What a cute couple though, right? I think we’d just watched Ted Leo and were getting ready to head up the hill for !!!.

But they’re playing to much bigger crowds than they did last year.

They played a “new song,” and it goes a little something like this:

Previously:

• Surfer Blood does Pavement better than Pavement

“But Liz Phair is playing.”

“I don’t really care about Liz Phair.”

It’s so cozy and nice. It’s not affiliated with SXSW. They do their own thing and it rules. No corporate bullshit. No hordes of photographers. No VIPs. Just rock ‘n’ roll.

That’s Quintron and Miss Pussycat. Made me want to shake it even more than Little Dragon did, and with way more primitive technology.

After rousing sets by Limes and Harlan T. Bobo at the Goner Records showcase, I left Beerland to go catch the Black Lips and Little Dragon at the Dickies party. But I knew I wanted to return for Quintron and Miss Pussycat a couple hours later. And I knew my stamp wouldn’t live that long.

So I snapped a pic. And it was honored! By Beerland! The club that so famously doesn’t care about your shitty blog or anything.

Beerland rules!