ass backwards into fun

SO yesterday evening kicked off a little on the early side, with a rendezvous with expats Brian and Darin and the sneaky corner, where some pitchers were quaffed and nachos ravaged over. they had just been out longboarding, and Waterloo-based Darin was interested in checking out the little italy.

so we strolled, pretty much to the end of the strip on the south side and then back along the north side. on the way out I noticed the kaiser chiefs' bus was in front of the mod club for their show there, and when we came back by we fell ass-backwards into some free passes courtesy of the edge interns!

I expressed surprise to them about this papering of the house, but as good interns do, they played dumb to the terminology. so in we went, longboards and all, into the club just in time to catch the end of Chicago's Ok Go's famous set-ending dance routine. quite funny.

now I have a bit of a history with the chiefs and generally was impressed that first fateful night. I had been kind of keen on seeing them again, especially since I actually have the album now. the verdict? bloc party are not this year's franz ferdinand, the kaiser chiefs are this year's franz ferdinand! in one word-fun-you get to see what these guys are all about.

the upbeat numbers from employment are downright explosive live, and with singer Ricky Wilson's classic mod rock antics, even my friends who had never heard of them before last night had a really good time. at one point Wilson invited a girl onstage for some protracted dance moves, nearly dropping her off the stage (deservedly?) at the end. Later a Damon Albarn-lookalike (mod club owner?) to sloppily sing along for 'I predict a riot'-was that Damon anyways?

so yeah, great times, followed by some great diplomatico and the dining room. none of it planned. all fun.