Dark Time Sunshine & Edison - Aesop Rock's Skelethon Tour - Metro - Chicago - July 28th, 2012

All photos by Jayson de Leon of Life Kamera Action

Sometimes you luck out with a concert bill and end up seeing and hearing everything you had hoped to see and hear. And then sometimes you luck the Fuck out and get to do exactly that, plus hug the man shit out of the people that provided you with said sightz and soundz.

As a full time dad I don't get to break off and peep as many shows as I used to, but being choosey about when and where means I have to plan the Fuck ahead. I had planned on seeing Dark Time Sunshine as many times as I possibly could back when I first crossed over into the superfan category, but when I saw they were coming through Chicago with Edison and Aesop Rock on the Skelethon Tour I was geeked as Fuck. Edison is not only one of my favorite beat makers, he's probably one of the most honestly himself people I've ever stalked on social media.

Dude takes adorable into the stratosphere bro.

I wanted the opportunity to see him hit buttons live, of course, but I wanted to meet him. I live for the times when I can witness someone I'm a fan of murder shit and then tell them in person how awesome I think they are. Writing about someone's music is one thing, speaking words directly into their holes from one of my larger holes is up there with receiving blow jobs while playing video games. It's its own reward bro.

So after getting our photo team settled with passes, making sure our audio guy Luke had his 90s glasses kind of smudgey, and hugging Dave from Fieldwerk, I felt the ceiling rattle and giddily ran upstairs just as DTS started.

Dark Time Sunshine is one of those groups that I feel especially proud of every time I hear them, but having a nearly packed house for them as an opener, I was the creepy bald guy with the smirk on his face and his hands in the air. Proud isn't the fucking word. I was creepily erect for this set. And at that particular moment I wasn't there for anything else.

Onry Ozzborn is still the coolest muthafucker with a mic. Concentratedly sauntering and connecting with every face in the crowd, he has surpassed his previous role of dope rapper and taken on a title of master master of ceremonies without question. He has the stage presence of the popular paired with quiet and introspective, but with this patient delivery of the intense, calmly demanding movement from the audience and receiving it without having to ask twice.

Behind him, Zavala taps, twists and tastefully accompanies Onry's words, but I'm noticing more and more how amazing his production sounds out of a live PA. His sounds are already cinematic and pristine, but when projected out of a wall of sound, they take on an almost angelic hue. The lows grumble your balls while the highs sparkle like the first two hours after a much needed midnight rain.

If I sound fruity and giddy, it's because I am. Zavala, and Dark Time Sunshine, when thrown at you with however many decibels the Metro throws at your fucking face, is anthemic, inspiring and the perfect soundtrack to a metropolitan zig zag through bodies and vehicles and lights and movement.

The creepy smirk on my face stayed there throughout their entire set. Hearing the crowd's response as they finished up, and I caught my breath and tucked the man shank under the waistband, I teared up like a pussy and screamed the last non-Peter-Brady-like scream from my moist hole.

DTS murdered.