“This week, three teenage girls who allegedly sent nude or semi-nude cell phone pictures of themselves, and three male classmates in a western Pennsylvania high school who received them, are charged with child pornography.”—
was pretty awesome. Matt & Kim rocked my socks off again, it was great to be in a crowd that was full of silly dancers rather than hardcore moshers this time around. Their stage antics were hilarious and endearing as always and it felt amazing to dance and jump and pump my fists like that again.
Cut Copy came on and it was pretty cool, I guess. The first time I saw them was in Philly in 2004 when they were touring with Franz Ferdinand and they were so bouncy and fun and nerdy and self-admittedly nervous to be playing to such a large venue. Last night, they had a sweet light set-up, moustaches, and a sullen, bored obligation mood about them.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled they made it big and they’re headlining instead of being the first of three openers, but they seemed jaded. I wanted to rock out but I just wasn’t feeling it. Their set seemed slow — even slower when a technical problem put them out of commission for 20 minutes, trying to keep some momentum with slow, brian eno-esque bass/drumming jam for that whole time.
By that time, I had found myself on one of the side platforms at the venue, next to the merch tables, enjoying the show from a higher, slightly removed perspective. Better view without being squished and elbowed. While Cut Copy and roadies scrambled to fix the problem, I turned around and saw Matt & Kim hanging out behind their table. I shook Matt’s hand (he has a good firm handshake), thanked him for another awesome show, mosied on over to Kim.
We said hello and hugged, “Hey, I got a strange request,” I told her, she nodded and grinned as she tends to do and I told her that she had talked to me on the phone about two years ago when they were in Ohio; Josh had had her call me and it totally made my night. She started laughing, “Give me the phone!” Once Josh was on the line, I handed it over to her. “Hi, this is Kim!” They chatted for a few minutes and then she handed the phone back over. She had, from Josh’s account afterwards, remembered him and Oberlin show. :]
Cut Copy regained their composure and continued on, rocking out a little more than they did before, I guess because they felt bad. They didn’t make us wait for an encore, but then we didn’t get to cheer them for one, which was kind of lame. :/
Then I helped Estyn drain an infection on his wrist. A very successful night.