Guess where I'm not going tonight. You've got it: I'm not going to the Franz Ferdinand / Death Cab for Cutie concert. I obviously need to work on my reflexes, as my internet finger is not yet up to lightning speed. When concerts sell out in minutes, you've got to be in top shape to compete with the youngsters who have been computing all their lives.
What a good show this should be, too. I'm very fond of Franz Ferdinand. Despite the Russian constructivist art on the cover of their latest cd, they make no pretensions about being a high concept band. They simply make fun, catchy music that girls can dance to.
I was so relieved when You Could Have It So Much Better turned out to be as great as it did, because I always get terribly nervous about the sophomore release from a band I admire. All the press about so much of their material being trashed and rewritten didn't help relieve my fears either. But no need to have fretted. I actually rate it higher than their debut cd.
Death Cab for Cutie will be an interesting match-up for the tour, as well. While I can't listen to too much DCFC in one sitting (too much moodiness, too much introspection), I do like them quite a lot.
If you are going to the concert tonight, have fun (you ticket-stealing bastard)!
Chances are I wouldn't be going even if I did have a ticket, as poor Eva is still sick. She actually started coughing up blood this morning, so I'm taking her to the clinic.
health update: She's not dead yet, but she'll be home the rest of the week, as this bronchial thing is still infectious (yay, I get to spend more time around Typhoid Mary). The elephant tranquilizer-sized pills (30 of them) were a big hit. The fever must have cooked her brains, because she laughed her head off for 10 minutes when she saw them. PLUS she's excused from running in gym class for the next 10 days via a doctor's note (she made sure we didn't leave the clinic without scoring that first).