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Jun. 10th, 2008 02:07 amSecret gigs, oh my. I went to see Franz Ferdinand, kicking off their mini-tour in a rather nice pub in East London. Honestly, I've learned so much from being in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ruric's company: arrive early, use the facilities very early, pick your spot as near to the front as possible and make one vodka-tonic last all night (actually, no I don't think ruric does do that one); the upshot was ending up three feet from the very small stage behind the Japanese girls and a bunch of girls who looked exactly like they'd been transplanted there from a Kane gig, only minus the jewellery (but including the fight)
Good things:
-being close enough to study Alex Kapranos' bone structure
-the lovely venue, with an open roof terrace and cheerful staff who let a couple of people stand on the bar to watch the gig
-the dj set/warm-up music; they always put on great stuff
-many of the new songs - there were a couple of great standouts
-many of the old songs (they opened with 'Jaqueline' which is a song I love to pieces, and I ran out just after they played 'Outsiders)
The band's Myspace page currently has reading suggestion for tours( the band are actually replying, hahaha). Rock and roll.
Bad things:
- the bloody support band (is there some universal rule of support bands working here?) and their ultra-loud, screechy, badly sound-checked set which was so aversive that at one point I considered making some ear defenders out of a [TMI TMI] spare tampon at the bottom of my bag; possibly being confronted by a short sullen fanlady with a blue string poking out of one ear might have given them the incentive they needed to turn the level down... (No, wait, they'd just think I'd pushed it right through my head). NO. I didn't.
- the other fans God love them: the mad tall people who wanted to get in front of me all the bloody time, including the one with the terminal BO (we're talking tramp levels here) and the even taller pogoing man
- whoever decided to put FF on at 10.45 pm, in the name of all that's holy, so that I had to run out at 11.30 (along with about half the gig) in order to sprint back to the tube.
- the heat OMG.
Anyway. Lovely gig, and it will nice to see them next in a spacious outdoor arena, 200 feet back, watching their pixellated bone structure on a couple of giant TV screens.
ruric's company: arrive early, use the facilities very early, pick your spot as near to the front as possible and make one vodka-tonic last all night (actually, no I don't think ruric does do that one); the upshot was ending up three feet from the very small stage behind the Japanese girls and a bunch of girls who looked exactly like they'd been transplanted there from a Kane gig, only minus the jewellery (but including the fight)Good things:
-being close enough to study Alex Kapranos' bone structure
-the lovely venue, with an open roof terrace and cheerful staff who let a couple of people stand on the bar to watch the gig
-the dj set/warm-up music; they always put on great stuff
-many of the new songs - there were a couple of great standouts
-many of the old songs (they opened with 'Jaqueline' which is a song I love to pieces, and I ran out just after they played 'Outsiders)
The band's Myspace page currently has reading suggestion for tours( the band are actually replying, hahaha). Rock and roll.
Bad things:
- the bloody support band (is there some universal rule of support bands working here?) and their ultra-loud, screechy, badly sound-checked set which was so aversive that at one point I considered making some ear defenders out of a [TMI TMI] spare tampon at the bottom of my bag; possibly being confronted by a short sullen fanlady with a blue string poking out of one ear might have given them the incentive they needed to turn the level down... (No, wait, they'd just think I'd pushed it right through my head). NO. I didn't.
- the other fans God love them: the mad tall people who wanted to get in front of me all the bloody time, including the one with the terminal BO (we're talking tramp levels here) and the even taller pogoing man
- whoever decided to put FF on at 10.45 pm, in the name of all that's holy, so that I had to run out at 11.30 (along with about half the gig) in order to sprint back to the tube.
- the heat OMG.
Anyway. Lovely gig, and it will nice to see them next in a spacious outdoor arena, 200 feet back, watching their pixellated bone structure on a couple of giant TV screens.
