Ok, it’s official. I really need to buy a point-and-shoot camera that I will carry around with me every single day because taking photos on my cameraphone is getting sad. So sad. Almost as sad as the fact that I went to go see Say Anything at the SPIN offices tonight. I went half went to take a copy of the issue with The Raconteurs on the cover, and the other half of me went for the free alcohol.
But the saddest thing of all was in the midst of all the “heys” and “woahs” that permeated through almost every single Say Anything song I kinda fell in love with the guy on the right’s t-shirt, which was a black tee with a skeleton on it. I have no idea what that dude’s name was since whenever anybody writes about the band all they talk about is the singer/writer, Max Bemis. UPDATE: His name is Jeff Turner. (No relation to Alex.)
I was so enamoured with his shirt that stopped him on the street (I saw him walking with his gear in front of me as I was going to the subway) and told him how much I liked it. He said that he got his super-comfortable tshirt in a thrift store and was all excited that it was an original tshirt from the 70s, but then got all bummed because clothing companies are re-creating that tshirt and selling them again. I sympathized, saying “Oh yeah, and now they’re selling them at Delia*s or something…”–which may or may not have made him cry inside, and that’s how I left it since he was right by his van.
Anyhoo, Say Anything have wear-their-heart-on-their-sleeve lyrics, and a lot of the aforementioned “woahs” and “heys”. Many lines will produce chuckles from y’all like this one from “Woe”: “She said ‘I can’t get laid in this town without these pointy fucking shoes. My feet are so black and blue and so are you.'” Some of you may think that kind of lyricism is endearing and clever, others will think it’s highly annoying and stupid. I just think you should all be thankful that at least it’s written in English, unlike Fall Out Boy‘s songs.
Want more? Here’s a video of them performing “Alive with the Glory of Love” live. Also here’s an MP3 of “Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too” which is a reaction to what happens when you’re on the phone with someone and they start touching their naughty bits. (I think we all know how uncomfortable that gets.) I gotta say, I do love the Jewish guilt reference.
PS- the guy in the olive tshirt (above)/ black blazer and jeans (below) totally looks like the younger brother of Evan and Jaron.