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Rush of blood to the head...
Jul. 21st, 2003 11:31 amPeople have been asking me how the Coldplay concert on Friday was, and I've been having trouble answering because it literally has had me speechless. There's been a lot of waving the hands around and exclamations of "Wow!" and "Dude!", and bouncing around.
So yes, I enjoyed it. *grins*
It's the first really big show I've been to, and I was amazed by the energy generated by the enormous number of people. The Tennis Centre was full to capacity with die-hard fans, and it was impossible to not get caught up in the vibe. Also, being a big venue, they had a far superior mixing desk than I'm used to from my pub gigs. Pub mixers tend to be a bit deaf from doing nothing but mixing for pub gigs, so they have a tendency to crank up the bass at the expense of the treble, meaning you lose the subtlety of the music and frequently can't hear the lyrics. Not this show - every nuance was there, including the acoustic guitar bits. Usually the only way you know there's guitar in there is because you can see someone playing one.
Location-wise, the seats we had weren't perfect, being a bit far away, but that didn't really matter, since it was the music that was important. Although more space for dancing would haev been cool. ;) As it is, I've had the music playing full concert-strength in my head, with full lightshow, for the past two days.
I was so buzzed by the end of the show we ended up at the Portland for a few post-concert drinks, which was cool - I've missed our everything-and-anything conversations. There are plans afoot, now that Phil has internet access at home, to organise that TCP archive we've been talking about for a while, a kind of TCP-only version of Alicia's Premium Vintage site; basicaly us choosing fics that we feel reflect the true spirit of the TCP, and not the "oh woe is me, for I am a teenage mutant and the FOH wants to kill me" dime-a-dozen stories that came out when the concept was originally floated. It involves teaching me enough HTML to make a basic webpage, which should be amusing, to say the least, and finding somewhere to put it. Oh, and going through the last couple of years' worth of OTL archived posts to find the TCPs that won't be on Kielle's Warehouse.
Saturday - after sleeping in (it was a resonably late night the night before), I pottered around and cleaned up some, and went down to the laundromat to avert an underwear crisis. ;) I won't have to keep doing that much longer - my brother is lending me his washing machine when he comes down on the 29th of July. He's getting that laser surgery on his eyes done; he's much braver than me. Then around three-ish I got a call from Phil and went down to St Kilda for a beer or many - the dry spell was well and truly broken this weekend. But the cool thing about drinking with Phil is that he doesn't expect me to keep up, and if, as happened later in the night at another place in the city, I don't want to drink any more, he's cool with that and doesn't do what my work colleagues do and keep filling up my glass regardless.
Since we finished up at three in the morning I ended up crashing on Phil's couch for the night and then we dashed up to my place in Brunswick the next morning so I could change clothes and get Andraste's Buffy videos and her Saruman mug, which she left behind after GASP. Then we dashed down to Federation Square, got there rather early, and then made ourselves late by having coffee at a place which seems to have really good food (the smell was driving me nuts), but which is a tad pricey for the non-employed members of the collective. Instead we went to the Blue Train in Southgate for lunch, had icecream later in the Square, and wandered around until coffee called again.
Needless to say, I was wrecked by the time I got home, and spent it rather quietly. And there was a certain amount of snooze button abuse this morning.
My voice is rather scratchy today - I haven't talked so much in the course of one weekend for ages.
So yes, I enjoyed it. *grins*
It's the first really big show I've been to, and I was amazed by the energy generated by the enormous number of people. The Tennis Centre was full to capacity with die-hard fans, and it was impossible to not get caught up in the vibe. Also, being a big venue, they had a far superior mixing desk than I'm used to from my pub gigs. Pub mixers tend to be a bit deaf from doing nothing but mixing for pub gigs, so they have a tendency to crank up the bass at the expense of the treble, meaning you lose the subtlety of the music and frequently can't hear the lyrics. Not this show - every nuance was there, including the acoustic guitar bits. Usually the only way you know there's guitar in there is because you can see someone playing one.
Location-wise, the seats we had weren't perfect, being a bit far away, but that didn't really matter, since it was the music that was important. Although more space for dancing would haev been cool. ;) As it is, I've had the music playing full concert-strength in my head, with full lightshow, for the past two days.
I was so buzzed by the end of the show we ended up at the Portland for a few post-concert drinks, which was cool - I've missed our everything-and-anything conversations. There are plans afoot, now that Phil has internet access at home, to organise that TCP archive we've been talking about for a while, a kind of TCP-only version of Alicia's Premium Vintage site; basicaly us choosing fics that we feel reflect the true spirit of the TCP, and not the "oh woe is me, for I am a teenage mutant and the FOH wants to kill me" dime-a-dozen stories that came out when the concept was originally floated. It involves teaching me enough HTML to make a basic webpage, which should be amusing, to say the least, and finding somewhere to put it. Oh, and going through the last couple of years' worth of OTL archived posts to find the TCPs that won't be on Kielle's Warehouse.
Saturday - after sleeping in (it was a resonably late night the night before), I pottered around and cleaned up some, and went down to the laundromat to avert an underwear crisis. ;) I won't have to keep doing that much longer - my brother is lending me his washing machine when he comes down on the 29th of July. He's getting that laser surgery on his eyes done; he's much braver than me. Then around three-ish I got a call from Phil and went down to St Kilda for a beer or many - the dry spell was well and truly broken this weekend. But the cool thing about drinking with Phil is that he doesn't expect me to keep up, and if, as happened later in the night at another place in the city, I don't want to drink any more, he's cool with that and doesn't do what my work colleagues do and keep filling up my glass regardless.
Since we finished up at three in the morning I ended up crashing on Phil's couch for the night and then we dashed up to my place in Brunswick the next morning so I could change clothes and get Andraste's Buffy videos and her Saruman mug, which she left behind after GASP. Then we dashed down to Federation Square, got there rather early, and then made ourselves late by having coffee at a place which seems to have really good food (the smell was driving me nuts), but which is a tad pricey for the non-employed members of the collective. Instead we went to the Blue Train in Southgate for lunch, had icecream later in the Square, and wandered around until coffee called again.
Needless to say, I was wrecked by the time I got home, and spent it rather quietly. And there was a certain amount of snooze button abuse this morning.
My voice is rather scratchy today - I haven't talked so much in the course of one weekend for ages.
