Boy & Bear and a Birthday
I turned 21 yesterday. No one can pick it. I usually look about seventeen.
Yesterday morning I woke up at 5:30am for no real reason. It’s always been a thing for me to wake up early on a day when something frigging awesome is about to happen. That hasn’t happened in a while, but yesterday, it did. I remember waking up early when I was due to go to a party, or when there was some special occasion – just any day when there was no school. At least until I finished school, hah.
Yesterday I made it pretty early to the bus stop and once I got to the city, I bought two boxes of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. The original plan was to buy one box, and avoid eating any of it until I had eaten my breakfast. I had done The Big Skip, and just packed breakfast in my bag, just because I was so desperate to get these doughnuts to share with my officemates.
Yes, I immediately regret buying two, as I started walking with my umbrella down the street. I bought a whole box of original glazed doughnuts, and a number of strawberry jam, caramel cream, cookies and cream and choc ice ones. I refuse to spell them with the “K” trademark because it looks stupid.
While my iPad kept going off (with happy birthday tweets, no doubt), I was trying to run across the street (in heels no less, because a girl has got to wear heels on her birthday) with my umbrella, trying not to get the Krispy Kreme bag wet.
I’ll be honest – I am not a huge fan of doughnuts. The cheap shitty ones you buy at Woolworths or Coles are just plain gross. It’s like eating bread with sugar on it. A bit like fairy bread, but so much worse. Sickly sweet, but like rye inside, or something to that effect. I am not a fan of cake, either, but because doughnuts are easy to share and Krispy Kremes are nice doughnuts, it was a good alternative. Too bad I felt all gross and yuck after eating just one.
Those things are like diabetes attack in three bites! Or twenty bites, if you’re like me and have a small mouth.
Enough about doughnuts. Point is, there are some still on my desk in the box (got rid of one box at least) and I would share them with you if I could, but I can’t.
Cal, Chad and I went for lunch. Obviously I chose Japanese, because it’s always a good time for Japanese. I was actually horribly full, even though I had only eaten one doughnut on top of my raisin toast breakfast. I’m like that. Small-stomached. Regardless, I ordered a bento box with chicken katsu and that was more than enough for me. We ate at a restaurant that was a few floors up, so there was a pretty setting with the light coming through the windows onto the tables, even though the view wasn’t a hundred percent pretty with cars just zooming by.
I had class that afternoon, which wasn’t too bad for class on my birthday. We just had discussion in peer groups. 🙂
I met up with James and we had a lovely dinner together, then walked up to the State Theatre for the Boy & Bear concert. It gave us a good warmup. I was bound to complain given my high heels, but it turned out to be okay. I was wearing jeans, and today I hit 22/30 days not wearing a skirt or a dress, and it’s been killing me. I hate jeans soooo much. But I’m nearly there, I’m nearly there. What’s the bet I’ll go right back to skirts for the longest time now? 😛
James and I were in row S. Was surprised to hear that The Money Go Round and The Griswolds were attending too. I wish I could have caught up with them, wah. Boy & Bear were supported by Tin Sparrow and Jungle Giants. Tin Sparrow were pretty, were very enjoyable. The keyboardist actually sat next to me after they played and talked to some of the people behind us. I wish I’d talked to her. I’m such an idiot. 🙁 Their music was a lot like Boy & Bear’s, though. It was gentle and pretty, a bit like what you’d listen to on a not-too-cloudy afternoon.
I have to admit I didn’t like the venue all that much. It was comfortable and we had seats, but for the music that was being played, it didn’t seem to suit. The theatre seemed more cut out for a huge popular band, or even just an orchestra or some kind of chamber music. I’m probably being too critical, but Boy & Bear would have been a better experience if they had played at a venue like the Metro Theatre. The State Theatre was majestic and amazing, and we were allowed to take photos but not allowed to video record. I got a few shots on my camera before I decided to take photos in black and white.
The Jungle Giants were great, and I admired the female guitarist. I guess these days you don’t often see girls who are really good at guitar. I wish she put a bit more oomph into her movements and moved around the stage a bit more. The bassist was a bit nuts. Actually – he was quite nuts. He was jumping all over the stage and headbanging and it didn’t seem appropriate for their kind of music.
It was almost cute though, the fact that they were a little four-piece outfit playing on a stage and having so much energy among a not-yet-full theatre.
Only when Boy & Bear started playing did the theatre fill up. There was not an empty seat in the room. Without an introduction (not that we were expecting one), they jumped right into song. I was impressed that there was so much respect for them in that crowd; even when they spoke, no one jeered or cheered too loudly; no one hollered stupid things to get their attention. There was a small group at the back who did, but only when the rest of the audience laughed or clapped. They tossed in a few jokes, got the crowd laughing at times, but most of all had the loudest rounds of applause.
I almost cried when I heard Boy & Bear Fall At Your Feet. I don’t care what anyone else says, but that is the best cover of any song that I have ever heard. The first time I heard it, I was listening to it in the hours just past midnight, I was so moved that I stopped. Ironic, but true. It’s haunting and gripping at the same time, and it was definitely my favourite of the night. I really enjoyed their pseudo-encore that ended with Golden Jubilee. I was worried they’d leave out that song, but I’m glad they ended with it. It sounded wonderful.
James said that for such a long time I was just staring at them playing with a big closed-mouth smile on my face. I didn’t notice, but I’m not surprised. 😚
I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed watching Boy & Bear play live. My only wish is that they play in a smaller more intimate standing venue, or maybe that I got a chance to meet them. Oh, oh well. I can’t always dream of meeting anybody. So it wasn’t the best show ever, but they sounded amazing. That’s what I was there for – the music. And it was terrific.
Only a few photos, but it captures the moment. ♥️