Andi came to visit this weekend, so I was MIA on the Internet and had a spectacular weekend. It went from the sublime to the ridiculous at points, but today I am going to talk about the sublime. You can check out the ridiculous tomorrow in my regular Wednesday rant.
It struck me when editing my photos just now that I have gone an entire 8 months in blog land without sharing my love for live music....well if you discount the Benicassim Festival posts. I went to my first festival at the age of 16 and since then have been a bonafide rock chick, moving through various obligatory phases of wearing black, colouring my hair and getting pierced, nearly being stamped to death in a mosh pit, to now, where I pay extra for seats, budget for a nice meal and leave myself plenty of time to get there. My 18 year old self would probably scoff at what I've become...I no longer visit the 'dodgy' end of London, by myself to watch the Foos squished up close to the barrier with no regard for how I might get home at 1am. Oh no, now I route plan, drive, check traffic and prepare snacks.
But one thing DOES remain the same. I feel alive when placed in front of a loud amp, a bass guitar and a enigmatic front man. So when I bought tickets to see The Killers at the O2, I was more excited than a kid at Christmas. They are an awesome live band. This was even more special though as it coincided with Andi's arrival and gave us a fantabulous new first to share together: our first massive rock concert.
So for those of you non-British types, this is the O2 Arena in Greenwich London.
This is how empty it was when I insisted on going through security in time.
This is me (with Andi) bordering on hysteria at the prospect of The Killers imminent arrival.
This is the venue almost at the 17,000 capacity!
This is the moment when the boys came on stage, just seconds before they cranked out the opening bars of Mr Brightside and I went absolutely bonkers with excitement.
So for those Killers fans out there. Here are my top five moments:
1. They played Mr Brightside FIRST, with the house lights up, demonstrating what a brilliant track can do to effect 17,000 normally reserved English people. We went bananas!
2. They covered U2's 'With or Without You', singing it better than santimonious Bono ever could. The world's biggest unkept secret is that I hate U2. The Killers made me enjoy one of their songs. Miracle - FACT!
3. At least 10,000 mobile phones (official new lighter of the modern concert era) being waved around as Brandon belted out a new anthemic ballad from 'Battleborn'
4. Finally realising that I am a dancer, not a human through the sheer quantity of moves busted throughout the entire concert. Who said we all had to be good dancers?
5. The sheer quantity of unadultered sparkle - life is better with firewords, explosions and glitter cannons. It doesn't hurt to have rear shots of Mr Flowers either (just saying!).
So with voice lost, heart pounding and soul filled to the brim, I left the O2 on Saturday night having had one of the best moments of 2012. Andi quite enjoyed it too, for a lover of all things electronica and didn't even moan once about how I poked him in the eye with my enthusiastic recreation of the song lyrics to 'Bones' with my hands. Thus proving that my man is even more epic than I first believed!
What music sets your pulse racing? Am I the only one to fancy men more when they carry around a guitar? What's the best gig you've ever been too? I'd love to hear all about your experiences and am definitely open to suggestions on new bands to check out.