“Who’s Bloc Party?”
“WAT.”
Look, I may have heard a couple of songs here and there, but I would never have been able to actually name the band. My sheer laziness at attending proper gigs comes from a) not being able sit down and b) horrifying fangirls/boys. Sitting down is very important to someone who spends 99.99% of her time in high heels.
Anyway, presented by the opportunity to attend a real, ‘proper’ gig last week, I obliged, thinking I’d just end up the innocent bystander laughing at fanboyish tendencies.
The morning after agreeing to tag along, I received a cd containing Bloc Party’s first album and half of their second. I did look at it in slight distaste, expecting the the cd to radiate emo. Bypassing my usual morning serving of Spamalot, I gave Bloc Party a chance.
Well, I was assured my compadre has some taste in music, I did like enjoy it quite a bit. Although I horrified him by saying they sounded like Coldplay at times bwahahaha!! Though to be honest at times they reminded me very much of the Smashing Pumpkins. The play of lyrics with some of their songs was very, very captivating.
The gig was at an open-air park, with the gates opening a good few hours before the main act came on. We sat around in the sun, occassionally getting up to find more alcohol or food. The opening acts were nothing to shout about, though.
The sucky thing about a rock gig is when the filler music switched to Bootylicious, wanting get down was not a good idea. 
But you are meant to get up and shake it to Bootylicious! That is the whole point, otherwise why play it?! Also I think I was in a slightly rebellious mode, surrounded by a mix of rockers and rednecks, the urge to go all hip hop was too great. Maybe even to prove that yes, I listened to more than ‘boring’ music.
When Bloc Party finally came on, it was close to 9pm. Got dragged to my feet and we managed to squeeze into the edge of the crowd. There was a mosh pit going on as well. If it wasn’t a school night I’m sure my compadre would have been suitably drunk and in the thick of it. And I’d have enough blackmail pictures to buy Balenciaga bags in every model and colour!
Having said that, the loser bought a concert t-shirt in a rather hideous colour.
The performance was a lot of fun. They’re a great band live, I could not have asked for a better first live gig experience. I recognized some of their songs, but not knowing all was okay, because you could still get into it. There were some pretty tall rednecks in front so they blocked my view at times. Compadre tried to point out the lead guitarist, and I totally could not see anything so he had to lift me up at one point.
We left just as they came back onstage for the encore. Avoiding the nightmarish traffic getting out was a priority. After all, we are working professionals. My compadre had seen what he needed to see, so he was a happy fanboy.
We were so dead on our feet today, though.
