I went to a Florence + The Machine concert last week, and it was all rather enjoyable. In fact, that's such a solid quote, you can have that as a call-out quote on your next long-player, Flo.
"All rather enjoyable" --- The internet's Alistair Coleman
I took some pictures. They're on iPhone, so your mileage may vary. We start with the most important piece of kit at any concert:
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| The sound man has a kettle. I repeat: The sound man used a kettle to make himself a nice cup of tea. |
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| She's in there, honest. |
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| Fuck this person in particular |
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| "They haven't aged a day. Einstein was right." ... "Einstein was probably one of them" |
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| New York, London, Paris, Munich // Everybody talk about... |
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| OK, I was miles back |
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| Meanwhile, my daughter Hazel was at the very front and got this photo. This is what happens when you get to a gig six hours before the doors open. |
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| Ooh, pretty |
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| The messy aftermath. Also, I've found Wally |
Pop music, eh? That was the third best gig I've ever been to. Up your game, Florence.
[Outisde, I was offered hooky merchandise, a prostitute and balloons of nitrous oxide within twenty yards of leaving the venue. London is aces. Weird and aces.]
3 comments:
I think "Messy Aftermath" also deserves a Close Encounters tag line.
Maybe "She sent us four quavers, a group of five quavers, a group of four semiquavers".
"Taking over this conversation...now!"
Long long ago, when Florence Welch had yet to reinvent herself as a flame-haired wossname, she was quite often to be seen behaving oafishly at the front of gigs by saarf Lunnon's finest ska-punk oiks The Ludes. Even then it was quite plain that the only person she fancied more than Ludes frontman Dave Ashby was herself.
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