Your time is now…
Muse on Sunday were, quite simply, fucking amazing.
I can think of no band I would rather, as Loup put it, have lost my ‘gig-virginity’ to. So… *lights up* Was it good for you too?
Holy hell. Got there, went to get food, got back. QUEUES ROUND TWO BLOCKS, I kid you not. Queued for… a surprisingly small amount of time, saw Jim’s old guitar teacher and nearly - NEARLY! - got tricked into going to the back of the queue by a small Welshman in a fluorescent coat. (Flee! Flee!)
Here is the queue, size of:
When we finally reached the door, another Welshman shouted that LADIES had to queue seperately. They were frisking everyone, saw I was young, and nodded that I could go past. I knew I was small for a reason. When we actually entered the hall, Jim bought stuff and we went off and went to find a place to stand.
We stood.
For ages.
Some really smelly girls came to stand behind us and talked loudly. Then some huge blokes stood in front of us, and I had to politely tap one on the shoulder and say “Fascinating though your back is, is there any chance you could please move a little to the right?” They didn’t knife me, which is always pleasant. Then the Noisettes came on and sang. They were… okay, I suppose. I don’t actually remember a thing about them.
Then we stood some more. Vertigo came on over the speakers, everyone went crazy, it went off, everyone went quiet again. Then, at 9.30…
The black curtain went down. MUSE were on stage. They launched into Knights of Cydonia.
IT WAS SERIOUSLY THE MOST FUCKING AWESOME NIGHT OF MY LIFE.
I have little else to say on it, except that it really was euphoric. Best gig ever. It just - guh.
GUH, I SAY!
Abs x
