So last Tuesday night I went to the Matt and Kim concert at the House of Blues with one of my friends. Prior to stepping foot in the venue, I had heard of them a few times and listened to some of their music for literally the very first time on their Pandora station while I got ready for the show. I decided to go in with an open mind, because I love music and will give anything a listen at least once.
So. Many. Hipsters.
I can feel their sardonic judgement.
AND BEARDS. HIPSTER BEARDS ABOUNDED.
A hipster beard AND Pabst Blue Ribbon. It’s too much for one image.
LOOK AWAY.
Without Portlandia, I would have never discovered the fabulous feminist bookstore ladies.
So here y’all go. Matt and Kim, AS IT HAPPENED (four days later):
I hate tall people.
(I am 5’1″ and all short people will understand the hatred that is getting stuck behind anyone who is more than three inches taller than you at a standing room only concert.)
No matter how much you stand on your tiptoes, you can never really quite completely see.
I’m going with all the white people around me because I feel like I can dance.
Sometimes.
Someone control the bros. They’re getting out of control.
(Shortly after this, a drunken bro was escorted out of the venue for turning up too hard.)
I am the calmest person at this concert.
I don’t know how to dance to hipster music.
Like, is bouncing my leg and nodding my head appropriate?
I feel like it is.
That’s what I’m going with.
Oh hey…they’re covering “Ignition (Remix)”. I love that song.
That man across the room is wearing the shortest, tightest jorts I have ever seen on a man.
You cannot deny his obvious dedication to a strict squat and lunge exercise routine.
I will not jump, Matt and Kim. I’m in a room of uncoordinated young white professionals.
I am uncoordinated and the people around me are most likely uncoordinated and full of overpriced Downtown Cleveland beer, so…I’m just going to bob my head to the beat and look interested, okay? But you totally do your thing and stand on your drum. You got this for the both of us.
Seems legit.
This band is pretty great. I would be friends with these guys.
You guys can be my quirky musician friends who are the constant life of the party and get too loud when they drink.
Because nothing says shit is getting all kinds of real quite like the crazy smoke from a smoke machine.
Oh shit…I can dance to hip hop. And dance briefly to the blip of music I shall.
The guy in front of me smells like Beefaroni and stale PBR.
I could only get a shot of the back of his head, but I think that’s all I really needed for you to get the idea. Perhaps he had stored some Beefaroni in his beard for later. He might really love Chef Boyardee. I don’t know. Also, I would totally be friends with the unimpressed concert bouncer security guy. (And look, Jorts Guy makes a repeat surprise cameo!)
Blue eyeshadow just is not flattering on ANYONE. I don’t care who you are.
Wait wait wait wait…she’s gonna dance on their hands?
Holy shit…she’s dancing on their hands.
Okay…I am downloading their albums from iTunes when I get home.
(Here is an actual music video of Matt and Kim performing “Hey Now”.)
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