Wednesday, September 17th, 2003
Kid Koala is opening for Radiohead in Toronto. All due respect to Mr Marsupial, but part of my rationale for spending the (exorbitant) ticket price was seeing Stephen Malkmus at a decent venue. Now I get a DJ in the Skydome, to say nothing of paying an extra $15 to send my tickets back to WASTE to be exchanged. It’s just as well I decided this would be my last Radiohead show ever anyway, because I’m feeling mighty screwed right now.
Speaking of shows, Interpol is tonight, so I can look forward to an evening in the company of 2000 disaffected hipsters in their dad’s suits and the screaming girls who they hope to impress by dressing so. “No, you’re not going to get with Carlos D but I sort of look like him if you squint really hard, so you may as well take the consolation prize”. I think I should go in a pair of blue jeans, Budweiser t-shirt and backwards baseball cap, and yell, “WHOO! Interpol!” before, after and during every song. And try to high-five anyone in my vicinity. Or maybe I should yell, “Play NYC!” after every song, whoop loudly when they do and leave immediately afterwards. T-shirt graphic from Claytron’s House Of Style.
And tomorrow night is Fountains Of Wayne. The show is sponsored by Mix 99.9 (MOR top 40 radio station for non-Torontonians) and has a 10pm start time, no doubt for the benefit of all the working stiffs who have to get up early the next day for work, quite probably to the sounds of Mix 99.9’s morning show. The band should play “Stacy’s Mom” first, just so we can watch the crowd get up and leave right afterwards.
Cynical? Me? Nah.
np – My Morning Jacket / At Dawn