Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

My musical taste can be boiled down into 2 buckets - I like it, I don't like it. Basic criteria that's easy to follow. So I've never been a huge concert-going fan and will generally only go if asked or by force, preferably the former as the latter tends to leave marks. I went to the Killers concert on the weekend and while I wasn't ... overwhelmed with excitement, shall we say, I was excited to see the light show which was apparently all the rave.

The plan was to head over to Jo & Clive's for some pre-concert take out and then drive over. Solid plan in my humble opinion - I could proceed to drink and not have to pay for a cab all the way out to UBC. After a quick negotiation to let me into the building, the hiding of a prized chess set - in the tub of course - and a meal consisting of Incendio pizza & Guinness, we headed off in search of this so-called Thunderbird Arena.

The concert involved the usual suspects: good balance of old and new songs, decent transitions considering there were not wardrobe malfunctions to plan for, a couple of fist a cuffs amongst the unrulies in GA and of course a decent encore. The light show was very well done, timed perfectly, blinding the audience at times and zero-ing in on Flowers for his piano solo intros to songs like When We Were Young. The crowd was also full of the usual suspects: the normal ones like us, the fanatic fans, the posers in 4in heels in GA, the generic music-fan-concert-goers and of course, at any concert, there must always be the late 40s/early 50s couple with the gentleman doing the side to side off beat clap, swinging/twisting so energetically his jacket pocket was hitting me in the head. While I may not have had the energy required to be dancing along to all my fav songs like I wanted to, I was surprisingly pleased and walked out of the concert more energized than when I went it. The yawning that occurred on the ride home was simply due to company, not tiredness. Just kidding ;)