concert-o-rama week, pt 1

bloc party

last night

an embracing and (98%) courteous crowd
(save the two girls in front of new to their sexual orientation and unaware that no one in the city is gonna be shocked and awed by it... save it for douglas county, ladies)

a 60+ minute set that felt like 20... good things never seem to last.

regret at having missed the opening band.

relief that i was not, in fact, the oldest fogey in the room at a ripe 28.

times when i caught myself not caring that i had to strain on my tiptoes to see a full view of the stage... moments when i was so taken by the environment, i hadn't realized how long my eyes had been closed.

music so good i forgot about my life outside the venue doors.

energy without need of theatrics (not that theatrics are a bad thing - see: bauhaus post)

i love to watch drummers who love what they are doing back behind those cymbals... mr. tong loves his job. (and may i just say - YUM)

crowded enough to make the floor vibrate, but not so much that i couldn't dance when kele said dance.

reasonably-priced merch. i bet coldplay tshirts ain't know 20 bucks...

a burning desire to book a ticket to edinburgh for right now, so i can see them again in a few days.