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Conveyor 6/29/14 [Live]

in mid rock

in mid rock

I wasn’t expecting much of a crowd to be joining me for the free Sunday evening performance of Brooklyn-based Conveyor at JNR the other night, but I was pleasantly surprised. They even ran out of beer.

I had seen Conveyor on one prior occasion, and had been taken aback by the technical audacity they so seamlessly managed to blend with danceability. This show served only to reinforce my opinion. Conveyor’s uniform black outfits against their candy-colored instruments set a visually striking backdrop for a set characterized by intricate story lyrics, infectious guitar lines and a minimum of two meters per song. Superbly balanced two and three part harmonies were icing on the cake.

There was a woman in the audience with a snake on her neck, which upon closer inspection (I.E. it stuck its tongue out at me) turned out to be real.

The band was tightly rehearsed, nonchalant and effortlessly musical on stage. Each successive song seemed to garner greater applause, and I’m firmly convinced the crowed would have enjoyed the set with no beer at all.

Which, for a Sunday night, is saying something.

My Three Minutes of (peculiar) Glory [Random Tale]

My name is Josh Turner and I am an intern here at Joyful Noise.

Last Thursday morning, I had the most peculiar experience. I put on makeup, and under bright lights and the eyes of millions, had a jovial chat with and played guitar for a former NFL star defensive end. It sounds like an entry from my dream journal.

screen shotBut it isn’t. This is how it happened.

I curate a YouTube page which has slowly but steadily been gaining popularity since I created it in 2007. Every so often, an internet-er will post one of my videos to the social page Reddit, the so-called “Front Page of the Internet.” As it turns out, some lucky fellow or fellows at the media giant ABC are paid to spend their days trawling Reddit’s depths for videos, and it was by this that I came to receive a phone call from a New York area code last Monday. “My name is S—-, from Good Morning America. We saw your clip on Reddit and were wondering if you’d like to be on the show.”

So two days later, I dropped everything and boarded a plane for New York–ABC paid for my plane tickets, car service, and accommodations. I rode to ABC studios in black Lincoln with tinted windows at 5:30 on Thursday morning. I sat around, did a sound check on set, put on a lapel mike, and received a face full of foundation from a woman who informed me that I looked “Gwah-jus.” At exactly 7:48 AM, they pulled the giant sliding doors, and I walked onto national television. I needn’t describe the content of the segment–see below–but I can say that it was utterly surreal. Contrived, hyper-polished and pure showbiz, the segment was over in just as precise time as it started. “AAAAND BREAK!” was shouted, my dad and I had our photo taken with Mr. Strahan, I got that godforsaken shit off of my face, and the whole ordeal was over before 8 AM. 

When people refer to dreams becoming reality, it usually connotes the fulfillment of a longtime desire. I don’t know about you, but when I go to bed at night, I don’t dream of owning a yacht or creating world peace. I dream of weird vignettes that don’t seem to make any sense.

So I can honestly say that last Thursday was a dream come true.