The best advice I can give you is exceedingly specific and most likely irrelevant to the rest of your life. Should the unlikely happen, though, follow this advice: The next time someone calls you and says, “I was at a coffee shop today and this girl came up to me and said that her band is playing a house party tonight and that I should come watch it. (beat) Oh yeah, her band’s called DadFag.” Go to that party.
When you get there, people will be telling jokes on the front porch. Jokes like this:
- How do you know where a train has been?
- Follow its tracks
It will be strange, but the 32 oz. beer in your hand will even things out.
Eventually music will start to play. It will be so loud you can see the glass in the front door shake. (You can’t hear the glass rattle because of how loud the music is.) Inside you will see a guitar laying on the ground with a metal plate on top. A man will stand above it, resting a long piece of metal on the plate while hitting it with yet another piece of metal. As the world vibrates, you will think about how awesome this is and sort of wish there was a way to experience it again. Then you will decide it is a singular moment and that any attempt to recreate it will ring hollow.
When you get home, though, you’ll change your mind and embed a video clip of the the metal pole song from an earlier show that you weren’t even at.
After a couple more songs, in which the singer leads a chant of “Break out of your cocoon,” you learn that wasn’t even DadFag. That was Transmography, thus the cocoon imagery. As the night stretches on, you learn that DF isn’t all that great, but their shows include other really good bands.
Even later in the evening, you learn about PC-PDX.com a site that lists the numerous house shows played in Portland every week.
Here’s another great Transmography song from a show I wasn’t even at.