It's not a religion, honest...
Ears still ringing, but a great evening. Met Z, D, E, G, T, J, P and A in the noodle place in Kentish Town, which meant we only caught the tail end of the first support, but all of the Mull Historical Society, and then Frank Skinner introing the band. I figure he just called up and asked for free tickets, and they said, come and introduce us. Oh, to be a celebrity. Frank's last words were: "the war might start tomorrow, but tonight's about love and peace." Man.
Before the Polyphonic Spree started (not to be confused with a polyphonic ringtone), guys came on stage throwing out robes and most of my gang ended up with one (we were right near the front - faux-mosh-pit, or something). Two thirds of the way through the set, they said they were leaving for a TV show, and then showed tonight's Graham Norton, which they were on, and said hi to Kentish Town, then they came back and played some Bowie and a host of other stuff.
It's a truly exuberant experience; everyone was beatifically happy (though some people in the audience had smoked some, er, y'know) and it is like a new millennium cult - they look and feel like a religion, but it's all fake. Least people have something to, like, believe in. And, my ears are still ringing.
Side note: interesting theory from Z about Punch Drunk Love. Adam is clearly a failed superhero: he has all the weirdo-kid and gaucheness of the generic superhero before the "change" (think Clark Kent), but somehow is stuck in a pre-change world. Think of the blue light, it's like some kind of para-kryptonite. She also pointed out that people are often about to eat in the movie, but don't - I figure that's something about un-consumated relationships. See, the film's so much more meaningful now I've had a chance to, er, garner someone else's insights. Z also said (unrelated) that blokes have most of their profound emotional moments down the front of gigs - may also be true, judging by tonight.
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