When we last left off, I was
Around 7:15pm the security guards started letting people in. By this time, we had been standing in line for roughly two hours. The aches and pains were starting to creep in. I gave myself kudos for picking comfort over fashion [for once] and deciding that wearing my Vans would be a heck of a lot more sensible than wearing my cute Nordstroms boots. Had I not made that choice, I'd be crying in pain and cursing myself.
Waiting isn't all that bad when you're focusing on something, say like the band doing soundcheck. But once there is nothing to focus on, you start to become very aware of your surroundings. By around 7:30 we were being frisked and checked by the security guards. And a few minutes after that we were inside the parking lot and picking our spot in front of the stage. I had already told Janizzle where the prime standing spots were and where I wanted to stand and I wanted to be right in the middle of Paul and Carlos.
We were starting to regret having those smoothies earlier that afternoon but we were NOT about to use the Andy Gump porta potties to pee either. Gross!
Within a span of, oh say, 15 minutes or so, the place was completely packed. The light guy was fidgeting w/ the lights and kept on turning on the very bright ones on and off and changing their direction. Everyonce in a while they'd hit the audience and you could see everybody flinch and simultaneously place their hands in front of their eyes.
I kept wanting to say... Hey buddy, TURN OFF THE BRIGHT LIGHTS!
Okay, crappy joke. But come on, it's sort of funny, honestly. [I suppose only Interpol fans will get that Interpolistic reference.]
Then there was waiting and more waiting and more waiting. Finally at around 8:05 we saw the show starting on the big screen set up outside. My favorite part of the non-performance part of the show was the skit w/ Guillermo trying out to be part of the Wiggles! Everybody in the crowd kept on cheering for Guillermo. Well him and Jack Lalane [sp?] who was a guest on the show that night. 93 years old, wowza!
Finally, after a combined FOUR hours of waiting around, INTERPOL hit the stage. First Dan, then Sam, then Paul and finally my Carlos! I kept thinking that he would look somewhat different than what I'd seen in pictures and have come to learn about him. But no, he looked exactly like how I imagined/pictured him. He was SO close that it was almost surreal.
He looked so fuckin' aethereal. It was quite a sight. I felt like I was 10 years old, it was sort of hilarious and sweet at the same time. That man is a vision and the best part is that he probably couldn't care less that 99.9% of the girls there were having that exact same thought about him. He just does what he does and he does it well with charm, style and grace... after all, it's the only way the man knows how.
The first song they played was "No I in Threesome." Like I posted at the end of the last blog, the performance sounded totally different live than it did on TV. The "problem" that Paul kept talking to the sound guys about never got fixed but all and all the set was solid. I had a clear view of Paul, Sam and Carlos... talk about THE PERFECT TRIFECTA!
Some idiots in front of us had signs so my views would occasionally be blocked, so I resorted to standing on my tippie toes. They then went onto "The Heinrich Maneuver" to play off the air. It should have been the other way around, Heinrich first and then Threesome but leave it up to those marketing people to fuck a good thing up. ["No I in Threesome" is their latest single, "The Heinrich Maneuever" was the first.]
Paul actually interacted w/ the audience [somewhat] and asked us how we were doing. The crowd roared and then he said they'd play a "few" more songs. They decided to play "Evil" next. I was right there as Carlos started to play the first few bass notes for the song. It was so fuckin' surreal! I can't say that enough. All of a sudden the whole thing became a sing-along. It was too cute.
Rosemary, heaven restores you in life!
After "Evil" Sam was totally ready to get the hell out of there. He looked sort of pissed off. He kept talking to Carlos and doing the "i'm up to here look" thing w/ his hands and neck. He kept on touching his knuckles like they hurt. My guess is that they would have played more [at least Paul certainly had that look about it] but hey, 4 songs ain't too shabby in my book. The crowd was appreciative. The band left totally quickly, Carlos left w/ his "man purse" [that's a topic for another blog though.] The last one to leave was Farmer Dave and I waved at him and he smiled and waved back! When it was all over they quickly kicked us all out. I went up to the baracade to ask the techs if there was a set list but there wasn't so I decided to call it a night and go home.
I got to see Interpol super up close. What else could I want? I had a good time, had a bunch of funny stories to tell and got to see Carlos en vivo y a todo color.
Could my night possibly get any better?
Hell fuckin' YES!
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Turn On the Bright Lights
Release date: 08 October, 2002