Important Matters

It's 5:04 AM.

Sunday Morning.

Daylight Savings just creeped on me.  It wasn't a part of my life last year, so it's hard to adjust.  I don't like it already.

This weekend is over.  Sunday will be lit in the valley three hours from now, and then I have the daunting task of church.

Not that I don't love church, I do.  It's just the people.

I love people too, don't think I am some horrible person.

But really, come to my ward.  Bleak.  It's as if their souls have passed and they are just a pile of skin drifting.

I would go to another ward, but what's the point?  I love not feeling a need to participate in anything but church services.  I don't have to date, it's not expected in this ward, people settle here for eternal singlehood.  There are a few rare gems, however.  People that I actually care to talk to.  But again, rare.

But that is in the future, lets retrogress for a second.

This weekend was absent of negativity.  Which is always appreciated.  It did have a lot of attitude with specks of indie awesomeness.  Also needed and appreciated.

Neon Trees performed a spectacle of a show at the Velour in Provo Friday night.

They started the night off with a sit in acoustic version of Sins of My Youth that was simply brilliant.  Not only did it give the room a calming energy, it also got you excited for what they were playing next.  Which is everything opposite of calming.

Dallon from The Brobecks played a short acoustic set after Neon taunted us with their opening.  He was on a uke, which he had apparently only started playing two weeks ago, and kept saying that he felt really awkward being on stage alone, with a uke.  Well, if that was awkward, Bravo on whatever you do regularly, cause it must be amazing.  Dug his sound, "Goodnight Socialite" was a killer.

Shark Speed tried to captivate, but failed miserably.  The lead couldn't keep the attention, and belongs as a side guitarist.  He might have the voice of the band, but he cannot entice, nor entertain.  His stage presence was far from spectacular.  I was watching the guitarist to the left most of the time.  Not only did he look like a front runner, his performance was far more captivating.  The sound was average, I didn't feel the need to purchase their LP at the end of the night.

Tyler, the Vox and Keys for Neon started setting the stage.

He is so interesting.

His hair, which is brilliantly delightful, his style, his mannerisms.  He knows how to keep an audience.

The band starts and you are hooked.  Through the entire set, you are hanging from each and every lyric, facial movement, seductive sound, fantastic between song dialogue.  Everything.

They played their entire new LP that comes out on Tuesday (pick it up, it is well worth it).  It is hard to imagine that they are from Provo.  Vegas, definitely, but Provo? Wow.  I love it, I love them.

After the show, they were signing stuff, we chatted with them for a little bit.  Seriously witty.  The drummer, who is of the female variety (I know! a female drummer, she is truly amazing), she was great.  Just great.  And we sort of pet Tyler's mohawk.  Not creepy at all.

We chatted with Dallon and asked what he uses in his hair (I loved his hair, also not creepy).  He was way down to earth.  Apparently he is the bassist for Panic at the Disco. This is just a side project.

Did not want to talk to Shark Speed.  Even though they tried to sell me their album when I was buying The Brobecks'.  Pushy much?

Anyways, Saturday came, my sister and I went to Salt Lake to do some service to get free Disney World tickets.  I think it defeats the purpose to do service just for your own personal gain, but whatever.

It was at the Utah Co-Op, a place dedicated to getting organic food at a cheap price to the general public.  Seriously cheap too.  They were selling imported deli cheeses, like Brie, for a dollar a piece.  The stuff that you buy at Target for seven bucks.  Pretty terrific.

We helped organize and stock shelves. Then shopped.  Cheese, hummus, pita chips.  A whole big box full of stuff, and it was only $17.  I would have spent 50+ somewhere else.  They are just doing so much good.  And to think, if I wasn't selfishly volunteering, I would have never known!

I went home and slept until now.  So I think I am up for the day.  I have officially aged forty years.  Thank you.