khaela looks into the mouth of death.

the paper moon opera is a collaboration of khaela, from get the hell out of the way of the volcano, calvin johnson, and the microphones. they came through dc on august 25th at signal 66, an art gallery.

opening up the show was dead meadow, a local band singing an acoustic set. after the set was finished, cut to a plane crash scene with only one survivor - currently being courted by death. she unmasks the face of death and convinces him and us of its real beauty.

after that scene, khaela and phil, of the microphones, played some absolutely gorgeous songs together. it was really hard for me to focus on the music, however, with the crowd consistently being lame. perhaps disrespectful and rude are better words to apply to the crowd at this show.

when khaela played by herself, she did her best to shut them up, but the voices of two hundred people drowned out one, even as strong as it was.

she stopped playing and told them to listen to her, and instead, the crowd left. those that were truly intrigued by the songs stayed and were held captivated by the music. she incorporated a lot of movement and dance into her performance that only added to the show.

after she finished playing, the microphones were up to bat. it was a rather unfortunate occurrence, but phil only played one song before stopping, realising


a powerful song by khaela, with backup from calvin and phil
how incredibly stupid the crowd was. it was very disappointing, and i was upset that i didnt get to see the one band i had went to the show to see.

calvin johnson displaying his writing capabilities in the form of personal ads.

calvin intervened with his performance, which was more of a skit. he was suggesting different personal ads for him to put in a newspaper upon returning to olympia, tallying up the responses to get the best possible ad. examples:

"jetta setter. young web designer seeks trophy girlfriend for company functions. send photo of boobs."

"eminently date-able gentleman searching for graceful artistic type. must be sweet, loving, organised and susceptible to violent mood swings. we'll trade recipes and secrets. i own a car."

after reviewing all of the ads, he played a few acoustic songs and then the show was abruptly over.
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