Out and about, Friday.
Friday I managed to drag Dan out to see The Grates. I've been trying for a few years now, and finally succeeded due to them being supported by The Vasco Era and The John Steel Singers, other bands that we have seen before and really enjoyed.
Arrival.
I discovered quickly that people who go to see The Grates fall into 3 basic categories:
1) Girls who want to be Patience
2) Guys who want to do Patience
3) Guys who have been dragged along by category 1 types.
The great part of this was that there were a LOT of frocks to check out. Dresses are already probably my favourite thing about Brisbane, and this event was a veritable smorgasbord of fashion, that I eyed off with a view to ripping off designs on my Bernette.
The John Steel Singers
Easily my favourite part of the evening. Six members, swapping between a variety of instruments, playing the catchiest of tunes, which I am still singing. It was the third time we have seen them in 5 weeks; if there's a gig in Brissy, they'll be playing it. QPAC forecourt, Valley Fiesta, Sounds of Spring. In a way, I hope they never make it big, as I don't know that I'd cope if they left the country for too long.
The Vasco Era
Last time we saw these guys was at The Corner in Feb 07, which was just a brilliant show. This time... they were late, they were chucking back a lot of Tooheys New, their sound was a pile of junk and their timing was out. A lot of people in the crowd were just waiting to see The Grates. Except one chick, with a massive Peter Pan collar, who threw herself around and screamed the words. A lot of us around her laughed. At her. She was having a good time.
The Grates
This was just nuts. As soon as The Vasco Era finished, people were jostling for their places, and people started pissing in corners, marking their territory. One guy behind us tried to push his way through, right before the set. Dan stopped him, and he said "Just so you know, when they come on, I will do whatever it takes to get up to the stage; I am that in love" I replied with "Just so you know, I'll probably kick you in the balls on the way through." The girl next to me gave me a high five.
So once they came on, there was a massive surge. The Category 1s started to bounce, with their Cat 3 boys protecting them from Category 2 types who were pushing, thrusting and surging towards the front. The show was great, high energy, a bit contrived, but very entertaining. By the end of it, I turned to leave as quickly as I could, even though I knew there would be an encore; I'm just getting too old, and my body punishes me for a good night out.
We watched the encore from the back of the room, where we bumped into Dan's colleague and fellow yoga attendee, chatted for a while, then realised we had to hoof it halfway to New Farm to catch the last bus. We got it with 30 seconds to spare, and walked up the hill to home.
Arrival.
I discovered quickly that people who go to see The Grates fall into 3 basic categories:
1) Girls who want to be Patience
2) Guys who want to do Patience
3) Guys who have been dragged along by category 1 types.
The great part of this was that there were a LOT of frocks to check out. Dresses are already probably my favourite thing about Brisbane, and this event was a veritable smorgasbord of fashion, that I eyed off with a view to ripping off designs on my Bernette.
The John Steel Singers
Easily my favourite part of the evening. Six members, swapping between a variety of instruments, playing the catchiest of tunes, which I am still singing. It was the third time we have seen them in 5 weeks; if there's a gig in Brissy, they'll be playing it. QPAC forecourt, Valley Fiesta, Sounds of Spring. In a way, I hope they never make it big, as I don't know that I'd cope if they left the country for too long.
The Vasco Era
Last time we saw these guys was at The Corner in Feb 07, which was just a brilliant show. This time... they were late, they were chucking back a lot of Tooheys New, their sound was a pile of junk and their timing was out. A lot of people in the crowd were just waiting to see The Grates. Except one chick, with a massive Peter Pan collar, who threw herself around and screamed the words. A lot of us around her laughed. At her. She was having a good time.
The Grates
This was just nuts. As soon as The Vasco Era finished, people were jostling for their places, and people started pissing in corners, marking their territory. One guy behind us tried to push his way through, right before the set. Dan stopped him, and he said "Just so you know, when they come on, I will do whatever it takes to get up to the stage; I am that in love" I replied with "Just so you know, I'll probably kick you in the balls on the way through." The girl next to me gave me a high five.
So once they came on, there was a massive surge. The Category 1s started to bounce, with their Cat 3 boys protecting them from Category 2 types who were pushing, thrusting and surging towards the front. The show was great, high energy, a bit contrived, but very entertaining. By the end of it, I turned to leave as quickly as I could, even though I knew there would be an encore; I'm just getting too old, and my body punishes me for a good night out.
We watched the encore from the back of the room, where we bumped into Dan's colleague and fellow yoga attendee, chatted for a while, then realised we had to hoof it halfway to New Farm to catch the last bus. We got it with 30 seconds to spare, and walked up the hill to home.
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