Playing it straight

La la la la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....

You want to know where I've been, don't you?

Me me me me me me meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Diddle diddle diddle diddle dooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Bdoink!

Hah!

Oh yeh! Oh yeh! Oh yeh!

I thought it was about time I went to see "Feeder", no bottoms there, although there were and many but too few, if you get my drift. Congratulations to the post and can I have it back?!

So I went to see REM. Better playlist than last time. It's a shame that they don't do all of their stuff up to and including 'Monster', cause I stopped purchasing apres cela and it was quite interesting to note how many people didn't seem to like REM, but were there (at about £40 a pop - I can convert the dosh, but I'm feeling not accommodating) and liked to shout rude things at M'sieur Michael. He did get a very loud cheer when he mentioned the protest song he wrote about 'his' government's recent-ish actions on the world stage, which seemed almost surprising given the large number of deadbeats at said concert. Not judgemental, am I? :P

I like that smiley: it's got a bigger grin than me (why is my head shrinking?) and at one time I had decided that of the 10,000-plus at the venue that it would be good if they would all just disappear (preferably never to return, although I did have 2nd thoughts, and 3rd and 4th and ... about the Amanda Peet circa 17 lookalike who was there with her shortarse...dad?) and leave me alone. And then I decided it would be good to just get rid of the human race (although I might keep the sack race) and everything, except me and a tin of pineapple rings. And Dolphins, of course, cause Dolphins are universally 'kewl' and more intelligent than most humans.

Come to think of it, so is the tin of pineapple...hum, onwards and outwards and there were far too many men there who, if they weren't divorced, were certainly going to be or most definitely should be and a plethora of drunken idiots (you'll have to practise your French accent on that one) who would have been equally irritating sober, although they might have been less likely to have chosen to foist their foibles on a wider audience than their restricted and restrictive peer group. I think the phrase 'rock salt of the earth' should give some, albeit sanitised, indication.

Not that I'm any different, except I am. Which raises questions that have no place in a happy home. But outside the home, they're questions that should have been answered (within the home).

And there seemed to be yet more indication of the convergence on hubris at the expense of humility, which makes me wonder who exactly the Dalai Lama thinks he is?

So on to Idlewild, who I thought I'd heard of but was probably confusing with Idlewind and the experience of the morning after the curry the night before who were Scottish. Or at least the lead singer was. And perhaps self-deprecating, but perhaps not, which was a shame, cause I think they've got choons and so potential. And a lack of shampoo, but that's acceptable.

Then The Zutons. For a bunch of scousers they have no ear for a tune and the closest they got was on a Nilsson rip-off. Poor, but with a couple of members who had a degree of presence. Either that or their B.O. was especially pungent and it was a somewhat 'close' day.

Feeder. Yay! Bought a bright yellow t-shirt. Not cause of the "Make Poverty History" stickers: it has existed, therefore it is already part of history: fait accompli, can I go to the park and play now? I bought it because my t-shirt (I have only 1, but if you shower in it it lasts as long as a Duracell battery) has holes in it and that scared me. A nd bought a light blue REM one. Not cause the sign said 'Not made in a sweat shop', as if a large proportion of the case isn't going to the already ridiculously wealthy ...?, but because, well, I just can't be bothered to explain. I'm writing too much, which is equivalent to speaking too much, which is bad. I don't like long posts. Too much effort. And I don't like effort and as for the effort you have to put in to put up with me...? That's yours, so it's ok! And I'm giving you something...don't turn away free, unwanted gifts. They prove useful for passing on to those things you 'have' to give to, when you don't want to.

The lead singer (ok, only singer) has a slight lisp, no Welsh-y accent (good!), not as good a voice as you (me) would have hoped and seems quite introverted and so on. They played 3 songs that I'm not keen on and left me thinking they'd be better in a smaller venue with people there to see only them there. In fact, I dislike mega-venues on the whole, so all-in-all, I think they did well, but could have played more stuff. Which they weren't allowed to do. I know, cause it said so on the bottle of water that someone was drinking, just as the strobe light passed through it and into my neuroses (?).

And then there was haiku-writing Stipey and Co. And still, people didn't get up to dance, tap their foot or just give their arse a rest from the 5-hour pounding it had had.

Honestly! The continental Europeans (at Bon Jovi and Depeche Mode, respectively), even in stadia were more lively. And with all that alcoholic lubricant, too, talk about repressed English! Me? I stuck to the pineapple milkshake. And the coffee. And the banana. And the chocolate. ...urp!

Ah....pineapple....mmmmm!!

Bdoink, bdoink, ribbit!

(Cause I know that that's what you were waiting for!)