Scissor Sisters: the Metro, Chicago.
Sep. 16th, 2004 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinIt would've been so much better without the DJ, I think.
The Metro's a great house to see a band in - I've been there dozens of times over the years, and I nearly always have a good time.
I'd like to think that it's not just me getting old or something, but with the rain outside and a disturbing lack of ventilation inside, the floor was a humid, warm tangle of pretty people getting slowly drunk on cheap beers as the skinny DJ occasionally tweaked the beats and practically chain-smoked his way through an hour and a half of casual mixing. If we were in a club, and if it weren't a freaking Wednesday night, I wouldn't have cared at all. But here we were, a sold-out crowd pressed together, facing forward, towards a stage. Not exactly the best environment to shake your thing, although some valiantly tried.
Oh, and the show began at 8 PM, so it was already sort of late. By 9:30, I was freaking irritated.
Scissor Sisters were a ton of fun and then some - and maybe I just don't listen to the radio enough outside of some XRT or NPR when I drive to and from rehearsals, but I was surprised at the majority of the audience singing along with all the songs, even identifying them in the first few seconds of the song, whooping and cheering like people at concerts who are 'in the know' tend to do. Svet and I drank water, grinned at each other, and enjoyed ourselves in spite of the heat and the dense crowd pushing all around us. (We knew the songs, too, but it was kinda cool to see so much energy at the Metro last night)
We left a bit before the end of the show, as it was really getting very late, so we headed back to our respective homes in the cooling rain.
Lyrics to "Laura," which the band dedicated to the First Lady last night:
The Metro's a great house to see a band in - I've been there dozens of times over the years, and I nearly always have a good time.
I'd like to think that it's not just me getting old or something, but with the rain outside and a disturbing lack of ventilation inside, the floor was a humid, warm tangle of pretty people getting slowly drunk on cheap beers as the skinny DJ occasionally tweaked the beats and practically chain-smoked his way through an hour and a half of casual mixing. If we were in a club, and if it weren't a freaking Wednesday night, I wouldn't have cared at all. But here we were, a sold-out crowd pressed together, facing forward, towards a stage. Not exactly the best environment to shake your thing, although some valiantly tried.
Oh, and the show began at 8 PM, so it was already sort of late. By 9:30, I was freaking irritated.
Scissor Sisters were a ton of fun and then some - and maybe I just don't listen to the radio enough outside of some XRT or NPR when I drive to and from rehearsals, but I was surprised at the majority of the audience singing along with all the songs, even identifying them in the first few seconds of the song, whooping and cheering like people at concerts who are 'in the know' tend to do. Svet and I drank water, grinned at each other, and enjoyed ourselves in spite of the heat and the dense crowd pushing all around us. (We knew the songs, too, but it was kinda cool to see so much energy at the Metro last night)
We left a bit before the end of the show, as it was really getting very late, so we headed back to our respective homes in the cooling rain.
Lyrics to "Laura," which the band dedicated to the First Lady last night:
Laura, can't you give me some time?
I got to give myself one more chance.
To be the man that I know I am.
To be the man that I know I am.
Won't you just tell Cincinnati,
I'm gonna need your love.
Don't you give me your love?
Don't you give me your . . .
Ch'mon,
Ch'mon,
Where is your love?
Don't you give me your love,
Don't you give me your . . .
Ch'mon,
Ch'mon,
Where is your love?
Don't you give me your love?
Don't you give me your.
Freida, Can't you spare me a dime?
I got to give myself one more chance.
To ring the band that I know I'm in.
To ring the band that I know I'm in.
Won't you just tell Baby Daddy,
I'm gonna need his love.
Why don't HE give me he love?
Why don't HE give me he . . .
Ch'mon,
Ch'mon,
Where is your love?
Don't you give me your love,
Don't you give me your,
Ch'mon,
Ch'mon,
Where is your love?
Don't you give me your love.
Don't you give me your.
This'll be the last time,
I ever do your hair.
(Tired of this shit, Swear I'm going quit, Can't seem to make enough dough,
But my cutting's on a roll,)
One face among the many,
I never thought you cared.
(Seen enough stuff, Thought I got rough, Now I know it aint so, I gotta live my own!)
