Franz Ferdinand
July 26th 2004 -
Franz Ferdinand
It turned out that the good Archduke was playing at 11:30pm on Friday – and as Anna and I were not feeling our best, this was a bit disheartening (though not unexpected). So we went to see a movie, and came out with half an hour to go until the performance. Ran into Dri, as we had vaguely planned – Anna and I walked in, looked to our right, and there she was. But it was noisy and crowded, so we said Hello (Hello!) and went in search of a place to stand from which we would have a chance to see. Unfortunately, Anna is Not Tall, so the position we found was Not The Best – there was a very tall person one step below us, and Anna had to move her head a lot to see.
Fortunately, it’s all about the music: they were very good. But young! They are all very young people, people in bands nowadays. They were very enthusiastic and had a kind of semi-polished ironic rock-god posiness that reminded me a little of Ev. Now that I’m playing electric guitar standing up, it’s also easy to imagine myself there, easy until I remind myself how much playing I’d have to do to get to a semi-competent standard.
So, good. They played (I think) their entire album plus a couple of songs I hadn’t heard before (and are, no doubt, some of the five bonus tracks on the Australian release that I didn’t get), and they played them well and energetically, and despite our lethargy, Anna and I danced a little, or at least jumped around with the crowd. No regrets.
Some kinda weekend
That was the kind of weekend in which the entire day serves merely to delay when I have to do my writing. I wanted to write early each morning to get it out of the way quickly, and both days, I didn’t. I slept a lot. I played the guitar. Anna and I went to see movies: I, Robot, and Mean Girls, both movies that are prime candidates for my “Forensics” section: not terrible, but disappointing and somewhat frustrating.
I think part of the lethargy can be put down to the Franz Ferdinand concert, part of it was because I’m back off sugar again, and part of it is because of this massive plot change, which makes every word I write feel like a waste of time. I’m considering just writing as though the plot changes were already in effect, but I’d rather have a coherent first draft – well, as coherent as I can make it – than an allegedly more useful one.
As a consequence of these factors, I think my writing has never been as crap as it is now. The attitude of “that’s 400 words, can I go now?” is like being a teenager again.
Lexifab Says:
July 27th, 2004 at 10:01 pm
Re: "That’s 400 words, can I go now?"
Ooooh, yeah.
Kate Says:
July 28th, 2004 at 2:41 pm
Anna is Not Tall
Can I ever empathise with *that*. I spent my first rock concert (Nik Kershaw in Melbourne) standing on some fire stairs (he’s not tall either).