On Friday, I received a text from Aisling asking if I one: had heard of The Editors and two: wanted to go see them. She had bought her boyfriend a pair of tickets to the show as his Christmas present and he had also bought a pair of tickets, so they brought me along with one of the extras.
Since I’m not a TOTAL mooch, I bought them both dinner at The Honey Hole beforehand, and was frankly surprised to see ‘Beer Battered Onion Ring And French Fry Platter’ under the category of ‘Lite Fare’.
This, folks, may be why we are fat.
We ended up missing the first opening band alltogether, and the second (Princeton? I think?) left me thoroughly underwhelmed. Truth be told, I kind of wanted to beat these guys up. I’ve never been a bully, but the urge to give the singer an atomic wedgie was almost overwhelming. Everything about them was awkward. The music was awkward. The stage banter was awkward. They were awkward. Whether genuine or contrived, they are owed a wedgie by someone at some point.
Having never heard The Editors before, Princeton’s underwhelming performance left me a little concerned for what was in store. I oughtn’t have worried, I generally agree with Aisling’s tastes and I don’t think she’d invite me to a show that she thinks I’d hate.
They were really energetic performers, the music was tight, and I am a really big fan of the singer’s voice. If Muse, Interpol, and She Wants Revenge had a baby, I think it would sound a lot like The Editors. However, it was really, really, really loud. At one point, I am certain I could feel my hearing getting damaged.
Protip to concertgoers: Everybody brings in cameras to shows now; with a camera standard on every phone model, it’s a rare venue that will try and take any camera away at the door. Young Ansel Adams, should you feel the need to photograph over a short person’s head, capturing images you will likely never look at again, you ought to take care not to let your camera strap dangle and continually brush the hairs on the top of that short person’s head, thereby interrupting their concert experience. You may find that short person has an equally short temper to match, loathes being touched by strangers, and may be considering whipping around, grabbing your camera, and smashing it in your face and the only thing stopping this person from doing so is the desire not to embarrass this person’s friend in front of her new boyfriend and that next time, you may get the beating and wedgie combination you so richly deserve.
I’m totally digging that guy’s voice, too. Love me some She Wants Revenge.
Some of my biggest-ever crushes on people have been because of their voices, people I could hear speak for hours and hours on end and NEVER ask them to shut up, regardless of what they’re talking about. I think honestly a lot of my James Spader/Alan Rickman crushes are voice related.
When I’m a hojillionaire, I want to pay James Spader and Alan Rickman to read to me. Cereal boxes, newspapers, stock tickers, EVERYTHING.
Well, Princeton is an actual band so if you’re right, I can see it. I like the two songs I’ve heard from them, but they’re kind of twee enough to also be deserving atomic wedgies.
Making a mental note to check out that YouTube clip.
I did a little Google sleuthing, and yes, it’s Princeton that’s owed some Serious Wedgie Action.
I’m fat because I’m woefully less active than the usual. Will fix.
All I’m saying is that I don’t think ‘beer-battered’ ANYTHING seems all that healthy or ‘lite’.
beer battered running shoes?
Hey, if you want all that grease on your socks, go right ahead!
cheaper than rollerskates.
that’s the time when I reach above my head and grope around repeatedly, grasping at the air
or turn around and run my tongue across my teeth lasvicously until cameraperson gets freaked out and migrates
I looked over my shoulder and huffed a few times. Grasping for the camera would’ve been a better, more effective idea.
Every concert you go to there is always some little thing that thinks the whole arena is for her wiggling and flailing of arms. Some cute little 15 year old that thinks she can push her way to the front of the crowd and gets pissy when you stand your ground. That girl. Well she keeps bumping into me and coming down on top of my shoulder with her elbow. So I dig deep, channel my inner Mellzah, raise my eyebrows and say to her in between songs something like – “Listen Barbie. You poke me one more time with that bony little elbow of yours and i’m going to rip it off and shove it up your ass”. Needless to say there was no more poking with elbows. Muahaha.
HAHAHA I love you! I also share your loathing of the girls who think they can shove their way up to the front because they’re cute. …I pinched one of those girls once.
The Editors sound intriguing. I like the name. Re the video: if I had hair that long, I’d use it as a weapon too. Drat! Foiled by my genes again.
Yeah, I wish I could have hair thick and luxurious enough to use as a weapon. Sadly, it’s so fine that if it gets past shoulder length, it just looks wispy, like hobo hair. 🙁
they DO sound like Muse, Interpol, and She Wants Revenge had a baby. Which I rather dig. A little bit like the Killers’ first CD as well. I will have to check them out.
I haven;t been to a concert in some time, but I generally end up in one of two modes. If it’s a band I don’t care about I;m in crowd anxiety mode where I try very hard to me tiny so strangers wont touch or bump into me. If I do care though and I’m amped enough about being there I am in tiny death mode where anyone shoving me, “accidentally” touching me or blatantly looking my skirt gets stomped. Lucky for them I’m usually wearing comfy boots or platforms(I’m a jerk, I like seeing the band) rather than pointy high heels.
Yeah, they do sound a bit like the Killers’ first album (which I enjoyed, I *loathed* their second album).
If I find I’m not enjoying the band I went to see, I will just leave in order to not have to deal with the crowd anxiety. Bad opening bands just have to be suffered through in order to have good position to actually SEE the band I came to see. At least people don’t tend to crowd as much during openers which makes it a little more bearable.
I’m glad we didn’t see the opening acts in full, and the Honey Hole was fantastic! Thank you again… weeks and weeks later, my tummy still is trying to magnetically pull me back there. They must put iron in their sandwiches!
I was so sad to discover the next day that I’d left the other half of my sammich in your car. 🙁
We’ll have to go back sometime soon!