Another night where I walk into Mercury Lounge without the usual sketchbook.
I had set a reminder to buy tickets for this show a month in advance– I should have just bought them right then. By Valentines day, the show was sold out.
I was working on Wednesday night, having surrendered all hope of getting in. But walking back around 11– there were tickets at the door. I went straight to the front of the stage.
Yeah yeah, I love dancing at shows, and my descriptions of bands are all pretty uniformly euphoric. I’ve cried wolf a few too many times. So yeah. I won’t say anything at all. Just smile to myself. It was very good. Stupidly good. I have nothing to say.
Sure, yes, hype. I agree with you. Buzz. LCD Soundsystem Hot Chip yeah yeah. DFA. Next big thing. Lets all call firsties. Whatever.
Whatever. I’m just smiling to myself, here, thinking about this show. And I hate drawing large bands. Im sometimes irked when I’m torn between dancing and drawing. It didn’t make a difference. Al was melting of happiness onstage, which was beautiful to watch. I wish I had gotten a better sketch of the three in the back, something that would have spanned the whole small sketchbook I was using. Agh. Oh well.


























































































