Event Details

Car Seat Headrest

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Fri July 17, 2020
( Doors: 7:00 pm ) SHOW: 8:00 pm PDT
The Observatory North Park
2891 University Avenue, San Diego, CA
All Ages

Onsale Schedule
CSH Artist Presale: Wednesday, February 26 (12 PM) - Friday, February 28 (8 AM)
CSH Preorder Presale: Wednesday, February 26 (12 PM) - Friday, February 28 (8 AM)
Spotify Presale: Thursday, February 27 (10 AM) - Friday, February 28 (8 AM)
Citi Cardmember Presale: Thursday, February 27 (12 PM) - Friday, February 28 (8 AM)
Live Nation Presale: Thursday, February 27 (12 PM) - Friday, February 28 (8 AM)
Live Nation Mobile App Presale: Thursday, February 27 (12 PM) - Friday, February 28 (8 AM)
Public On Sale: Friday, February 28 (10 AM)

ALL AGES.

Dinner and drinks are available at our connected restaurant - West Coast Tavern. Happy hour every day from 4 pm to 6 pm. The kitchen is open until midnight every day. More information: www.WestCoastTavern.com

Parking is available at the parking structure directly across the street from us on 29th St. Your ticket fee includes validation for the parking structure, which is redeemable at the venue.

 

Car Seat Headrest

Car Seat Headrest fans, new and old alike, will be elated to learn that Will Toledo’s 2011’s Bandcamp masterpiece, Twin Fantasy, has been re-recorded and re-imagined and will come out on February 16th on Matador Records.  With a seven-piece band in tow (including members of Naked Giants), Car Seat Headrest will bring its explosive and revelatory live show to Australia, Europe, and select West Coast cities through the first half of 2018, with a full US tour to be announced at a later date.

Toledo always knew he would return to Twin Fantasy.  He never did complete the work.  Not really.  Never could square his grand ambitions against his mechanical limitations.  Listen to his first attempt, recorded at nineteen on a cheap laptop, and you’ll hear what Brian Eno fondly calls “the sound of failure” - thrilling, extraordinary, and singularly compelling failure.  Will’s first love, rendered in the vivid teenage viscera of stolen gin, bruised shins, and weird sex, was an event too momentous for the medium assigned to record it.

Even so, even awkward and amateurish, Twin Fantasy is deeply, truly adored.  Legions of reverent listeners carve rituals out of it: sobbing over “Famous Prophets,” making out  “Cute Thing,” dancing their asses off as “Bodys” climbs higher, higher.  The distortion hardly matters. You can hear him just fine.  You can hear everything.  And you can feel everything: his hope, his despair, his wild overjoy. He’s trusting you - plural you, thousands of you - with the things he can’t say out loud. “I pretended I was drunk when I came out to my friends,” he sings - and then, caught between truths, backtracks: “I never came out to my friends. We were all on Skype, and I laughed and changed the subject.”

You might be imagining an extended diary entry, an angsty transmission from a bygone LiveJournal set to power chords and cranked to eleven.  You would be wrong. Twin Fantasy is not a monologue. Twin Fantasy is a conversation. You know, he sings, that I’m mostly singing about you.  This is Will’s greatest strength as a songwriter: he spins his own story, but he’s always telling yours, too. Between nods to local details - Harper’s Ferry, The Yellow Wallpaper, the Monopoly board collecting dust in his back seat - he leaves room for the fragile stuff of your own life, your own loves. From the very beginning, alone in his bedroom, in his last weeks of high school, he knew he was writing anthems. Someday, he hoped, you and I might sing these words back to him. 

“It was never a finished work,” Toledo says, “and it wasn’t until last year that I figured out how to finish it.” He has, now, the benefit of a bigger budget, a full band in fine form, and endless time to tinker.  According to him, it took eight months of mixing just to get the drums right. But this is no shallow second take, sanitized in studio and scrubbed of feeling. This is the album he always wanted to make. It sounds the way he always wanted it to sound.

It’s been hard, stepping into the shoes of his teenage self, walking back to painful places. There are lyrics he wouldn’t write again, an especially sad song he regards as an albatross. But even as he carries the weight of that younger, wounded Toledo, he moves forward. He grows. He revises, gently, the songs we love so much. In the album’s final moments, in those “apologies to future me’s and you’s,” there is more forgiveness than fury. 

This, Toledo says, is the most vital difference between the old and the new: he no longer sees his own story as a tragedy. He’s not alone no more.