Friends of mine always have odd superstitions, or rather traditions that they follow before going to a concert. For example, a few friends of mine won't wear the t-shirt of the band they are seeing to a show or they will not listen to the music of the band they are about to see.
I've never understood such acts, they always screamed of bullshit. In fact, I prefer to play the music of the band I am about to see...it always gets me hyped up for the big show. For the last 40 minutes I've been torturing my neighbors by blaring Bloc Party, whom I will see live for the first time in less than 2 hours. Wooo-hooo! My imaginary tail is wagging! Here's a great cut off their most recent album, "A Weekend in the City":
I've never understood such acts, they always screamed of bullshit. In fact, I prefer to play the music of the band I am about to see...it always gets me hyped up for the big show. For the last 40 minutes I've been torturing my neighbors by blaring Bloc Party, whom I will see live for the first time in less than 2 hours. Wooo-hooo! My imaginary tail is wagging! Here's a great cut off their most recent album, "A Weekend in the City":
This show is going to fucking RAWK! I am particularly excited for two reasons: #1, it's Bloc Party! and #2, they came to Chicago back in March and I procrastinated for so long about buying a ticket, the show was sold out by the time I decided to pull the trigger. When I learned that they were coming back in September, I bolted for my wallet, pulled out my credit card and threw down for tix. Even better, the cost of the tix for this entire festival is less than they previously charged for their single show. Hells yeah! Hopefully I'll have time to update this post after the show with a review of sorts.
As T posted way back in early January, the lead singer is apparently gay (and IMO kinda hot). I've been giving him shit all day about getting to see this band play live (and while continue to do so for the foreseeable future) but I must give him credit as he is the one that initially introduced me to the Awesomeness that is Bloc Party. This one's for you bro!
As T posted way back in early January, the lead singer is apparently gay (and IMO kinda hot). I've been giving him shit all day about getting to see this band play live (and while continue to do so for the foreseeable future) but I must give him credit as he is the one that initially introduced me to the Awesomeness that is Bloc Party. This one's for you bro!
OK, this live cut is too good not post. This is "Like Eating Glass". Fucking awesome!
Have a great night everyone!
UPDATE: That was a sick show! The boys from London threw down and played everything I could have hoped to hear. The setup for this show was really interesting; there were two stages side-side situated in a parking of an industrial park near the edge of the Chicago River. For some reason I thought it was amusing that right behind the stage was a huge building, on the side of which read "CITY OF CHICAGO, DEPARTMENT OF FLEET VEHICLES, RICHARD J. DALEY, MAYOR". Not sure why I thought that was amusing, but I did.
Any who, this concert seemed to draw out a lot of gay male couples. In fact, it seemed that everywhere I looked where cute guys in pairs, some of whom smelled really good (note to gay guys, really, it's not necessary to apply cologne to outdoor concerts located in parking lots, really). Unfortunately, I did not have a companion for the show so I wandered around, drinking beers and talking to a few random people. My favorite random person was a drop-dead gorgeous "hipster" black woman who bummed a Camel off of me. While were talking a girl sitting on the ground in front of us began spewing vomit, so we had to take a few steps back to avoid the collateral damage. Too much Goose Island beer for that girl!
After an insanely awesome encore the show ended promptly at 10PM. Rather than head right home I checked out Exit, a gritty Punk Rock/Biker bar of sorts that features a bondage/fetish theme on certain nights of the week. Needless to say, it was interesting. When I first walked in they were playing some straight porn on the all the TVs. But the bartenders were awesome and poured stiff drinks, and I must say, both women working behind the bar were hot (if you're into punk rock woman wearing latex, which I am not, but I digress).
While sitting at the bar, sipping my Jack and Coke I decided to text Crew Boy, since I was in his general vicinity. This is, word for word, the response I received when I asked him what he was up to: "Jerking off wearing calf dress socks, cock ring and tank top. Staying in tonight, you?" Um, OK. I responded that I was just seeing if he wanted to get a drink, but that he seemed occupied. His response was "I'm done for the night, just put the dildo away. Now shower and rest and enjoy my sperm in my stomach." Well then...at first I was inclined to call bullshit on that, but after thinking about his "freaky" factor (on a scale of 1-10, I would say he's an 8, based solely on the one night we fucked around) I wouldn't put it past him. This is, after all, the only guy that I've been with that asked me if I had any neckties....and yes, I do.
I really doubt I'll see him again, but you never know. Regardless, no skin of my back as this one is defiantly not BF material. Oh well...off to brunch now!
UPDATE: That was a sick show! The boys from London threw down and played everything I could have hoped to hear. The setup for this show was really interesting; there were two stages side-side situated in a parking of an industrial park near the edge of the Chicago River. For some reason I thought it was amusing that right behind the stage was a huge building, on the side of which read "CITY OF CHICAGO, DEPARTMENT OF FLEET VEHICLES, RICHARD J. DALEY, MAYOR". Not sure why I thought that was amusing, but I did.
Any who, this concert seemed to draw out a lot of gay male couples. In fact, it seemed that everywhere I looked where cute guys in pairs, some of whom smelled really good (note to gay guys, really, it's not necessary to apply cologne to outdoor concerts located in parking lots, really). Unfortunately, I did not have a companion for the show so I wandered around, drinking beers and talking to a few random people. My favorite random person was a drop-dead gorgeous "hipster" black woman who bummed a Camel off of me. While were talking a girl sitting on the ground in front of us began spewing vomit, so we had to take a few steps back to avoid the collateral damage. Too much Goose Island beer for that girl!
After an insanely awesome encore the show ended promptly at 10PM. Rather than head right home I checked out Exit, a gritty Punk Rock/Biker bar of sorts that features a bondage/fetish theme on certain nights of the week. Needless to say, it was interesting. When I first walked in they were playing some straight porn on the all the TVs. But the bartenders were awesome and poured stiff drinks, and I must say, both women working behind the bar were hot (if you're into punk rock woman wearing latex, which I am not, but I digress).
While sitting at the bar, sipping my Jack and Coke I decided to text Crew Boy, since I was in his general vicinity. This is, word for word, the response I received when I asked him what he was up to: "Jerking off wearing calf dress socks, cock ring and tank top. Staying in tonight, you?" Um, OK. I responded that I was just seeing if he wanted to get a drink, but that he seemed occupied. His response was "I'm done for the night, just put the dildo away. Now shower and rest and enjoy my sperm in my stomach." Well then...at first I was inclined to call bullshit on that, but after thinking about his "freaky" factor (on a scale of 1-10, I would say he's an 8, based solely on the one night we fucked around) I wouldn't put it past him. This is, after all, the only guy that I've been with that asked me if I had any neckties....and yes, I do.
I really doubt I'll see him again, but you never know. Regardless, no skin of my back as this one is defiantly not BF material. Oh well...off to brunch now!
3 comments:
I think that txt messaging is the greatest invention of life.....endless funnies!
Anyways, I am glad you had a great time....it is Bloc Party so you pretty much knew it was going to be amazing.
Nice blog!
I miss the Chicago music scene, I went to school in Chicago. I've lived in NYC and currently live in LA, but there's something about Chicago's scene that just can't compare to the two coasts.
Bloc Party have never failed me live (except once in Sydney at a showcase when a PA failed them. Alas not their fault!) Glad they were on form! I too was meant to go to the Hideout, however had a girlfriends 30th! Next time...
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