I'm a few days late posting on this, but: Holy christ, you guys. Bloc Party at the TLA was tremendous.
I got to attend the concert with my rad cousin, Meghan, who in a week will be starting her freshman year in college. I know. I remember when that girl was born.
Anyway, I am so glad I got to share this concert with Meghan. She was the one who got us the tickets, as they had been sold out because I was too stupid to buy them the second they were on sale. And I could not have chosen a more incredible concert to go to with her.
Simply put, Bloc Party (and Does it Offend You, Yeah?) riled us up. It created this amazing interaction where our excitement fed back to them on stage and then they got rowdy and fed it right back to us. I almost think Bloc Party were surprised about how excited and energetic we were. "I thought this was supposed to be Killadelphia?" Kele asked us. "But you're not so bad, yeah?"
Despite suffering from a nasty chest infection, Kele still "brought the rock," as he put it. And man oh man, they did. Meghan and I were in the second row, kind of, right up against the stage. Rarely have I been a part of a show like that, with that kind of energy. We sang every song back to them, cheered them till our throats were hoarse.
Here's a good indication of how amazing this show was: Because I'm a nerd, I had gone online earlier in the day on Tuesday to see what their set lists for their shows were like. Going into the show, I pretty much knew exactly what they were going to play. And aside from re-arranging some things, they played what I thought they would, including for their encore.
After their encore, we were all still so jazzed, we kept cheering and chanting for one more song. But then the house lights came up, and techies started filing onto the stage to break stuff down. The entire crowd let out a resounding, "Awwwwwwwwwww."
But then, the band meandered their way back on stage with sheepish grins, causing the techies to scramble and quickly put back together what they had just torn down. "Fuck it," Kele said once his mic was turned back on. "It's not that often we play a gig this good." And so they launched into "Pioneers," which I hadn't heard anyone on the message boards talking about -- making me think they played it special just for us.
By the end of it, poor Kele and the rest of the band looked just knackered. Part of me wanted to pull a Maggie* and hang out and wait for them by their tour bus or something, but the larger, more responsible me knew how early I had to get up and was aware of how tired Meghan seemed.
But trust me, if you ever get the opportunity to see them live, you should. I can't wait to see them again.
Photo respectfully borrowed from Guy Eppel. Sadly, I was unable to find any photos from Tuesday's show, and I didn't take any because I wanted to enjoy the concert for the music, not be thinking about composition, aperture, and shutter speeds.
*No lie, my friend Maggie has spent her summer following Wilco and the Nels Cline Singers. She and Nels are totally BFFs now, for serious.
I got to attend the concert with my rad cousin, Meghan, who in a week will be starting her freshman year in college. I know. I remember when that girl was born.
Anyway, I am so glad I got to share this concert with Meghan. She was the one who got us the tickets, as they had been sold out because I was too stupid to buy them the second they were on sale. And I could not have chosen a more incredible concert to go to with her.
Simply put, Bloc Party (and Does it Offend You, Yeah?) riled us up. It created this amazing interaction where our excitement fed back to them on stage and then they got rowdy and fed it right back to us. I almost think Bloc Party were surprised about how excited and energetic we were. "I thought this was supposed to be Killadelphia?" Kele asked us. "But you're not so bad, yeah?"
Despite suffering from a nasty chest infection, Kele still "brought the rock," as he put it. And man oh man, they did. Meghan and I were in the second row, kind of, right up against the stage. Rarely have I been a part of a show like that, with that kind of energy. We sang every song back to them, cheered them till our throats were hoarse.
Here's a good indication of how amazing this show was: Because I'm a nerd, I had gone online earlier in the day on Tuesday to see what their set lists for their shows were like. Going into the show, I pretty much knew exactly what they were going to play. And aside from re-arranging some things, they played what I thought they would, including for their encore.
After their encore, we were all still so jazzed, we kept cheering and chanting for one more song. But then the house lights came up, and techies started filing onto the stage to break stuff down. The entire crowd let out a resounding, "Awwwwwwwwwww."
But then, the band meandered their way back on stage with sheepish grins, causing the techies to scramble and quickly put back together what they had just torn down. "Fuck it," Kele said once his mic was turned back on. "It's not that often we play a gig this good." And so they launched into "Pioneers," which I hadn't heard anyone on the message boards talking about -- making me think they played it special just for us.
By the end of it, poor Kele and the rest of the band looked just knackered. Part of me wanted to pull a Maggie* and hang out and wait for them by their tour bus or something, but the larger, more responsible me knew how early I had to get up and was aware of how tired Meghan seemed.
But trust me, if you ever get the opportunity to see them live, you should. I can't wait to see them again.
Photo respectfully borrowed from Guy Eppel. Sadly, I was unable to find any photos from Tuesday's show, and I didn't take any because I wanted to enjoy the concert for the music, not be thinking about composition, aperture, and shutter speeds.
*No lie, my friend Maggie has spent her summer following Wilco and the Nels Cline Singers. She and Nels are totally BFFs now, for serious.
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