Tindervox at Raw Sugar

Over the Easter break I dropped into Raw Sugar on Somerset, a little cafe with a consistently awesome lineup of bands cycling through their calendar. The band I was there to see were awesome (more about them later), but I was also very happy to discover a new band I really like – Tindervox. Kara Askwith’s dark guitar magic and moody vocals were really exciting, and Justin Black backed her up with fluid accompaniment.

Their set was a stripped down acoustic version of their usually very distorted power-chordy sound, which was good because at the tiny cafe we were sitting pretty much right on top of them. When I got home I looked them up right away, and I really dig their electrified sound too – I almost hope they release an acoustic album soon because their stuff sounds really amazing both ways. 🙂


Semi-related story – I met another Jason after the show who’d just purchased an album, and offered him a sharpie from my pocket to get it signed (because I once couldn’t find a pen anywhere at a Yamantaka concert and vowed it would never happen to me again). He looked at me like I was some kind of concert MacGuyver (I also had earplugs, just in case) and told me “You’re the kind of Jason I wish I was!“. I think maybe he was drunk. 🙂

Misheard Lyrics – Roar

Up until recently I’ve been mishearing the lyrics of Katy Perry’s Roar, which is disappointing because I was impressed by the cultural reference. What I heard was:

I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, a greek Caliope

…and I was all like – Caliope from greek myth?! The muse of song, who’s presence inspires great arias? It must be so hard to inspire everyone else while holding back your own expression! I’m so impressed by this reference, Katy Perry! This is really deep and beautiful!


But the lyrics really go:

So I sat quietly, agreed politely.

Which just feels “meh”. To be fair, Katy Perry stretches and mauls “politely” to fit the stress and beat needs of the song. Caliope would have fit much better, and think of all the Classical Lit majors who would have become fans.

Caliope – Augustin Pajou, 1763