I went to see Arctic Monkeys this Monday. A ton of money well spent. Everything that could go right did go right: it began on time, the sound was great, the lights were expensive and lavish, I had a true bourgeois seat in the front row on a balcony, people knew the lyrics and one could hear them gently hum at all times; I was worried they wouldn't play 505 - they did: the delicious stuff was left for the encore.
It also made me think about many things (probably because I was seated as opposed to being occupied with trying not to be squashed by the crowd). Like listening to all their stories about reckless adolescence I thought maybe I should have chosen a jollier life path; I have also come to the conclusion that probably I have reached my puberty just about now; I have also had a true Heideggerian moment: there is something very unsettling about a raving crowd looking up at a bunch of looking down guys reproducing sound waves, basking in the light etc etc.
