|FROM ATLANTIS, TO INTERZONE (you start on the edge, and you end on the throne)
||[Jul. 14th, 2007|03:14 pm]
|||||"Golden Skans" - Klaxons||]|
Wednesday night was the night of the much anticipated Klaxons concert with Remi and Chelsea, but disaster struck before I could even get out of Davis. I went to go workout in the afternoon, and when I got back home I realized I had locked myself out completely and Dan was out of town, so I was in trouble. I did have my car key though, so I ended up driving to Jesse's house where I showered and borrowed some clothes. Jesse is a dark souled man, so I left clad all in darkest black, emblemed with a bleeding battle helmet. TRULY A MAN READY TO ROCK!
So we all rushed out the door, got to San Francisco, and became more lost than I have ever been going to a show, which is actually saying quite a lot. Finally, after maybe an hour of wandering, parking in the most expensive lot in the city, and skipping our dinner, we made it into the Great American Music Hall where luckily, the Klaxons had not yet started playing. When they came on, I was able to push my way forward and the crowd went batshit crazy. Definitely one of the best crowds I've been in, they knew all the words and it was packed so tight that I had to tilt my head back just to get a breath of air that wasn't humidified with sweat. Everyone was going all out on each song and by the end of the night I was just trying to keep up with the blitzed pace.
Afterwards we finally got some dinner at a next door miracle Thai restaurant and then as we were walking past the venue to the car, who should we meet but Klaxons' vocals/keyboards/bass guitar man James Righton. PHOTO PROOF!:
And so, all in all a damn good time!