
On the way to last night’s show, I rolled my windows down for approximately 30 seconds and wasn’t freezing. Yes, that’s right, summer concert season is officially here. In fact, it was just announced today that Beach House, something close to my personal holy grail of bands I wanted to see this year, would be coming to town. But let’s not jump too far into the future without reflecting on the recent past. On a historic day in which Dive became DIIV, I got to see the artists formerly known as Dive and now known as DIIV on a Tuesday night along with Frankie Rose with 20-30 others, at most.
DIIV was perfect for a Tuesday night and rocked way harder than I expected. Oversized Bill Cosby sweaters notwithstanding, the foursome had all the energy I could have asked for, a pair of Chucks that I can’t believe are still held together, and some songs that I really, really like. Pretty excited for them to have an album. I wanted to buy a record but there was strangely no merch at all from either artist. But what most surprised me about DIIV (via guitar sticker) is that they are all or part conspiracy theorists, actual or perceived.
Frankie Rose was perfectly chatty and I kind of want to hang out with her romantically. She seems to be a really big Oakland Raiders fan and her favorite beer is Bud Light Lime. Though sometimes seeming slightly disinterested (totally fair given it being one of the last few shows of a long tour), I was still very glad to have seen her and she just might be making her way up my list of indie crushes. There was one particular song that was extremely Crystal Stilts-y. I wonder if I’ll ever try to figure out which one that was. Sounds and sights.
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