And Off We Go
10 July 2001
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1:35 PM: Woke up at 8 AM Today, what a waste. Managed to get back to sleep by 9:30 or so, but still.
OK. First: Air rocked. Yes, rocked. Yes, Air. The lala triphop band. The French lala triphop band. Amazing what a difference a live drummer and a cranked-up bass guitar can make. They didn't bring any female singers with them on tour, which was a bit of a shame, but I guess those songs were too closely linked to the specific singers. But the songs they did play were great. I liked that they didn't just reproduce the recordings, which would probably have been fine with most of the crowd. But there should be a reason to be seeing a band play live, you know? "Sexy Boy", last encore, was especially great - they sounded like Devo doing a rock song.
Now, having said that, two points:
1) Sitting in the balcony of the Warfield is a really bad idea when you are having anxiety issues. I kept wishing I had a seat belt.
2) People are losers. My God, I hated the crowd around me. Apparently, the balcony is where you go when you want to pay money to be able to say you were at an event, but don't want to let the overwhelming volume and bright lights shining right in your face get in the way of important things, like talking to your friends and jumping in and out of your seat all night.
Fuckers in front of me were particularly bad. Wannabe Lisa Kudrow and her Three Union Street Stooges. I don't know what they were passing around, but oh man, what was that SMELL? You'd've thought they were a little too old to be huffing airplane glue. Maybe it was just the bleached blond guy's hair gel. I think they managed to go three whole minutes without saying anything, probably a personal best. Gaaah.
Ushers were cute, though.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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