how glasvegas showed me i'm pigeon footed

Glasvegas came all the way from Scotland to play a show in San Francisco. Well, ok, they're on tour actually. Anyway, for a band without a Domestic realase of their debut cd they sure have a gigantic cavernous magenta tour bus, fully equipped with and Opie and Anthony sticker on the drivers window, placed in the reflection of the mirror so he can revel in all the grandeur of extreme rock radio. Into the club, I love popscene. I love it for the fact that the shows there attract the most interesting crowds. my favorite popscene character is the asian guy with the bleach blonde beach boy hair cut and his black and white striped shirt, he can dance better than anyone else in the room. The way he slides his feet around throwing punches like he was reenacting a jet li movie in slow motion, all without misplacing a single bleach blonde hair.

Then there was this guy...the one who almost kissed me on accident. Har Har Har make your gay joke here, ok. done? ok. so anyway he was in front of me taking pictures for his friends "annoying drunk whore" and "so heterosexual he's homosexual" with their annoyngly super bright flash and that stupid red eye reduction light shinging right in my retina like that laser pointer that blinded my left eye in junior high. fuck you Mark Clifford, you're just pissed that I passed the third grade and you didn't. anyway so when the douche bag spins around to find the bathroom he ends up standing eyelash to eyelash (thats also explaining how close we were, for my slow readers), and rather than just keep going and either kiss me or continue on to the left in tranit to the bathroom, he chooses neither and just stays this close for about 5 mississippi and then goes left for the bathroom. Oh well, I guess I'll get him next time.

As Glasvegas begin, the crowd pushes in, the old people stand in the back where it smells like ben gay and diesel exhaust from their Super Mega Ultra Tour Bus. Their light show was perfect, floor mounted multiple flashing colored bulbs strobing to the music. I'll be honest, I love shoegazer on cd...but not so much live. Don't get me wrong they aren't bad, in fact they're really really really good, i just don't like to be confused between dancing and crying in public places where 18 year old girls can pass judgement on me. Anyway they play a few songs, the track I first heard from them a year or so ago, Geraldine, and they wrap up with a stellar cover of The Ronettes "Be My Baby". Awesome set Glasvegas, Internet Blog High Five!

Then the scurry takes place. 300 people run for one door, ok so they jog somewhat briskly. All I want to do is say bye to Spud and Miles and go but the great wall of popscene is blocking my exit...now its an awkward "the music is way too loud to know what the other is saying but you nod and jib an answer back" goodbye. the end.

the only thing you missed was the blue Dodge Charger that tried to acost Spud.