Just got back from The End's Deck the Hall Ball. Pretty damn
entertaining. At this point, there are several events I really should go
back and write about, but for once I think I'll go ahead and get this down
while it's still fresh in my head.
Due to horrendous traffic, terrible rain, some poor last-minute
navigational choices on my part, and a general lack of parking, we didn't
quite get there on time, so Snow Patrol was already playing when we
got there. We could hear, while we were still outside, that they were
playing Run, their one big radio hit, as we approached. I was glad
we'd made it --
I said to windbourne that I'd been afraid we'd miss their set entirely. We made
inside, looked at T-shirts for a minute, and then headed into the concert
just in time to hear them saying, "Thank you, Seattle! Good night!" So,
I think I caught a brief glimpse of them as they left the stage.
So then came the descent down steep stairs in the dark down to push my way
huge mass of people. Let's see, did I overlook any phobias there? I had
trouble keeping myself moving one foot in front of the other, but I
managed, and I
was strangely okay once I actually got into the dense crowd.
Keane played next. I'd heard a couple of songs of theirs, but had
paid attention to one of them, Somewhere Only We Know, which I'd
and cute if slightly cloying. They were really quite good live -- the
singer has good stage
presence, a voice like an angel, and looks, as Ahna pointed out, "like
David Cassidy." If
he's not already, this man is destined to be the number-one crush object
As much as I liked the music, this set was nearly ruined for us by the
assholes standing right next to us smoking pot. We hate you and we
hope you die.
We shoved our way deeper into the crowd for clearer air to listen to
The Shins, who had the uncanny ability to sound both tinny and
muddy at the same time. .... I dunno. The first Shins song I ever
heard, Know Your Onion, was most excellent and was in heavy
rotation in my MP3 player for weeks, but everything after that I've been
lukewarm about. Tonight's set was no exception. They're decent enough, but
they're just not one of my favorites. I think I definitely like their
studio-recorded stuff better.
This time, we were standing near the world's biggest Shins fan, who was
prone to calling out things like, "The Shins are the greatest band ever!
Fuck Keane!" He made me giggle lots. We were also, however, standing
near more pot-smoking assholes. I'm carrying mace the next time I
go to a concert. Anyway, since I was getting dizzy and headachey, and
Ahna wasn't doing so well either, we decided to go sit down like old
Up next were The Killers who were OMFG excellent! They had
great stage presence, they rocked hard, they had nice jackets, I can't say
enough good things about them. I need to get their album. Need.
After that was Franz Ferdinand, who were, if possible, even more
excellent than when we saw them at EndFest. They seemed more confident
and polished this time. Best performance of the night. The crowd went
nuts for Take Me Out -- the half of the crowd nearest the
stage were jumping up and down. So great. There's something about this
fresh-faced British foursome that puts me in mind of Beatles concert
Finally came Modest Mouse. I like them well enough, but I'm not at
all sure why they were last. They sound like they're playing underwater,
and I mean that in a good way, but they really brought the energy
of the evening waaaay doooown after FF, despite the surprise guest
appearance by -- the Sonics' sasquatch mascot. (WTF? WTFF?) Also, aside
from the low energy, their set just seemed really sloppy, with long
unstructured pauses between songs. A good chunk of the crowd left during
their set, including, eventually, us, once we realized a.) we'd heard our
favorite Modest Mouse songs and b.) we were slowly starving to death. So
we ended our evening with a trip to Minnie's, which was right near where
we'd parked anyway.
In all -- not a bad birthday present. Thanks, Ahna!