Sunday, January 23, 2011

this is the life

Friday night I braved the cold, windy trek to Terminal 5 (really, why is it so far out of the way?) to attend the Last.fm 'festival' with Tokyo Police Club, Two Door Cinema Club, and Someone Still Loves You, Boris Yeltsin.  Most of SSLYBY's set was spent standing in a variety of lines (entrance, coat check, bar), but we were well-situated by the end of their set and progressed further up throughout the course of TDCC and TPC.

Two Door Cinema Club was clearly smitten with playing on such a large scale as T5, to a sold-out crowd who (as far as I could tell) knew their songs.  Positive energy bounced back and forth between the band and the crowd (definitely from the kid standing just to our right), which made the entire experience that much more enjoyable.  As I've noted, Tourist History was one of my favorite albums of 2010 and they had a performance that matched this love.  Of course, being from Ireland never hurts when wooing a crowd in NYC - the accent will get us every time.  I don't know that I could possibly gush about this band as much as they gushed about playing this show and about their love of New York City.  I just hope that they don't actually start watching Jersey Shore, which they had just heard about.

Tokyo Police Club fandom is a hotbed of barely legal/teenage girls and boys.  I wish I were kidding, but I'm not.  That's not to say that their music is juvenile, but more a testament to a) their adorableness, and b) the high energy level of most of their songs.  They opened with my favorite song off of Champ, "Favourite Colour" and had a really fun mix of old and new songs.  It was also Dave's birthday, and everyone sang him happy birthday and they brought out a cake.  It was sweetly charming.  I had my own teenage freakout moment, though, when TDCC and TPC both came out for the encore and I heard the opening notes to "Last Night".  How did they know that a really awesome cover of The Strokes is the fastest way to my heart?  The crowd went completely nuts, which feels like a preview of the insanity that will ensue whenever the Strokes finally decide to return to their hometown to play a public show (screw you, Tommy Hilfiger party).  Oh, the glory.




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