Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Baby You Look so Good on the Dance Floor
All right...I know it's been an inexcusably long time since there's been an update. However:
"Dude...should I ask for one of their numbers? Will you give me twenty bucks?"
"It's Smoosh man, they're like 12"
"No, the older one's 16 I swear."
"I'm still calling the cops if you get one." Me and Doug are sitting in the Crocodile Cafe. We came to see We Are Scientists, but we got there early enough to grab some dinner first. Lo and behold, we're sharing the cafe with the band we came to see, and Smoosh. Apparently Smoosh and W.A.S. are buddies or something, because they seem to be chatting and enjoying things. Doug still wants digits. Fortunately he doesn't have the nerves to randomly walk up to a band and start talking with them (this is foreshadowing, by the way)...
The first couple acts have finished playing...both are pretty good. The second band, The Grates, hails from Australia and are certifiably insane. Not in the whole "they're so good it was insane" sense, but more in the "the chick who did vocals ran around in circles and pretended to be a squirrel" insane. I bought one of their T-shirts. After doing so, I went back to join the little group we had created (I totally ran into one of my friends from junior high that had a friend with him. Sup Ian.) As I rejoined the group, one of the kids we were with looked towards the back of the building and swore she saw the Arctic Monkeys eating with W.A.S.. On top of that, it looks like the band is staying to see the show, complete with an enormous, shaven-headed bodyguard. Naturally I was enlisted to go say hi.
Nick: Um, hi. So, this probably sounds crazy, but me and my friends were kind of arguing about this...are you guys the Arctic Monkeys?
Alex (of the Arctic Monkeys): Actually, yeah, we are. (it sounded more like "yeh we ahh" 'cause he's British and all)
Nick: Wow, that's great. We love your stuff and wish we could go to your concert.
Alex (of the Arctic Monkeys): Thanks...could you kind of keep it quiet that we're here? (cauld yoo kaind of kep it quiet tha' we'h heah?)
(Nick wanders off)
Now the plot thickens...in the middle of We Are Scientist's set, they have Alex come up and play a song with them...however, they don't tell the audience what band he's from. And at the end of the set, they all shout. "WHO'S GOING TO SEE THE ARCTIC MONKEYS TOMMORROW?!"
The crowd goes nuts. They have no idea the band they all love is in the room with them.
I feel rather complete.
ΒΆ 9:50 AM
"Dude...should I ask for one of their numbers? Will you give me twenty bucks?"
"It's Smoosh man, they're like 12"
"No, the older one's 16 I swear."
"I'm still calling the cops if you get one." Me and Doug are sitting in the Crocodile Cafe. We came to see We Are Scientists, but we got there early enough to grab some dinner first. Lo and behold, we're sharing the cafe with the band we came to see, and Smoosh. Apparently Smoosh and W.A.S. are buddies or something, because they seem to be chatting and enjoying things. Doug still wants digits. Fortunately he doesn't have the nerves to randomly walk up to a band and start talking with them (this is foreshadowing, by the way)...
The first couple acts have finished playing...both are pretty good. The second band, The Grates, hails from Australia and are certifiably insane. Not in the whole "they're so good it was insane" sense, but more in the "the chick who did vocals ran around in circles and pretended to be a squirrel" insane. I bought one of their T-shirts. After doing so, I went back to join the little group we had created (I totally ran into one of my friends from junior high that had a friend with him. Sup Ian.) As I rejoined the group, one of the kids we were with looked towards the back of the building and swore she saw the Arctic Monkeys eating with W.A.S.. On top of that, it looks like the band is staying to see the show, complete with an enormous, shaven-headed bodyguard. Naturally I was enlisted to go say hi.
Nick: Um, hi. So, this probably sounds crazy, but me and my friends were kind of arguing about this...are you guys the Arctic Monkeys?
Alex (of the Arctic Monkeys): Actually, yeah, we are. (it sounded more like "yeh we ahh" 'cause he's British and all)
Nick: Wow, that's great. We love your stuff and wish we could go to your concert.
Alex (of the Arctic Monkeys): Thanks...could you kind of keep it quiet that we're here? (cauld yoo kaind of kep it quiet tha' we'h heah?)
(Nick wanders off)
Now the plot thickens...in the middle of We Are Scientist's set, they have Alex come up and play a song with them...however, they don't tell the audience what band he's from. And at the end of the set, they all shout. "WHO'S GOING TO SEE THE ARCTIC MONKEYS TOMMORROW?!"
The crowd goes nuts. They have no idea the band they all love is in the room with them.
I feel rather complete.
ΒΆ 9:50 AM
