EAST LONDON IS A VAMPIRE
Had dinner with Russell and his amazing fiancee Mel before the Bloc Party gig on Tuesday. Russell and I always take time out for hangs when we're in the same city - usually to reminisce about past shenanigans, but also to catch each other up on recent activities. Quite a bit of Tuesday's dinner was devoted to Ian's new DJ project, L'Amour LA Morgue. I've been chasing up old friends for songs - he's just done "Spaceman" for the Killers and is working on a treat for Mystery Jets... so I figured Bloc Party was as good a source as any for another potential remix. I'd say we're still in the "discussion" phase - apparently Ian was quoted in the NME years ago slagging off BP (though no one can quite remember the specifics - Kele said he thinks it was something along the lines of Ian saying the Bloc has "no choruses," but again, this was NME, and as much as I love it, multiple grains of salt are in order). Cross those fingers for peace and order to be restored and a L'Amour LA Morgue/Bloc Party marriage to emerge.
In the meantime, let's just revel in how far BP has come. Gone is the fear of crowd interaction and in its place, Kele's incessant energy, bright red tracksuit, and a little dash of rafter-climbing. (The latter was fucking terrifying on Tues. One minute Mel and I were having a laugh about some drunk guy in the mosh pit (yes, there was a mosh pit at Bloc Party) and the next there were fingers gripping the railing in front of us. Kele had climbed the side of the venue mid-song and was scaling the balcony onto our table. Matt gestured from the stage for us to shove him (oh, Matt), but instead we joined Simon in the effort to deliver him to safety).
After two encores, the soundtrack switched to Dirty Dancing and the remaining crowd broke into an impromptu recreation of the movie's finale. It was fucking awesome.
Not as awesome as Kele's post-show t-shirt.
Which itself is not as awesome as my own wolf tee (which is not pictured, because my fucking camera is broken and I was left snapping random shots on my BBerry). In its place I will share the pic my darlings Jenny and Gurj sent me from Austin... they found my dream store:
Oh, and another thing... I caved. I am now on Twitter. I feel like I'm cheating on this blog. Nevertheless, follow. (Is it just me, or should the creators of Twitter come up with a different verb. If slaves to the internet didn't feel like sheep already....)