[kasabian] [48:13] [na tour] [boston]

Arrived Boston 8:30 AM Friday morning.

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All the irrelevant stuff before Kasabian gig

Not sure what happened, but I was on the 6:00 AM flight to Boston on Friday morning.  I slept for about 2 hours before I headed up to the airport.  And the reason for that was because I was trying to finish up a poster which unfortunately took me 2 weeks to finish, so it was a planning epic fail.  I was in Boston airport for couple hours and Pam was so kind she came over and picked me up.  

free wifi at logan

We spent the whole morning and early afternoon walking around Boston.  It was a very fine weather.  The temperature was not too high and the sun was out.  For the past few times I was visiting Boston, they were all grey and raining.  This was actually probably few of those times I actually visited the city.  Pam was a great tour guide, because the first thing we visited was the famous bakery shop Mike’s Pastry (http://www.mikespastry.com/) and fed me cannoli.  I had a pistachio flavor and it was good, but then I saw there were more cookies and stuff on the back shelves and I was glad I already paid and I was too lazy to take out my wallet again.  

We sat across the North Church (or some white people gathering place) and watched some French tourists checking out a status which was a white dude with French last name riding a horse.

It was like modern day Al Gore flying on his private jet telling people the global warming is coming to take your lives away. (And global warming is a serious issue just like British people in 1800 were serious about their tax money.)  And we go around to a place with more tourists and stuff, and also later we passed by the horse riding dude’s house. That place looks quite luxurious exteriorly. The British must have piss him off bad so he wanted to ride around the town and gossip about them.  I tied one of my shoes in front of the historical site and Pam was telling a car not to run me over.

We went to couple more historical sites and passed by the aquarium to check out seals.  They looked so happy that I decided if I could be an animal in the future I would first be a fat ass cat like mine or a fat ass seal just chill and eat all the time.  We walked up to a grave yard where lots of white dudes died there.  That one was famous because there was Benjamin Franklin and Samuel Adams and other people buried in there.  People were taking pictures of those grave and I kind of felt weird doing that so I didn’t (and of course it was because I was fat ass lazy.)  I guess I didn’t pay much attention on those famous ones but those letters and engraving on tombstones were very interesting.  They all had some skeleton figures drawing on top of them, and I thought it was pretty rock and roll not only for dead people in 1800 but for living human species in 2014 as well.  We passed by some walls and there were more stones with name on it.  Pam and I were wonder if there were people buried on the wall, which might explain why it was such a fashion for murderers hiding bodies in dry wall #AmericanTradition.

We also pass by O!H@UIIS)W theatre (?) where Franz Ferdinand was playing last time.  I told Pam that we were in that shady ally talking to Mr. Kapranos with creepy street light.  

We walked a bit in the park and then headed back to Quincy Market to meet with Judith for lunch.  I had predictably ordered clam chowda and it was really good.  San Franciso’s clam chowda tasted like sour milk with bread crumb compared to this.  After lunch we visited Faneuil Hall to get some air conditioning.  There were some bad ass huge paintings of North America rebels there.  In a room there were some pig bones and stuff from 200 years ago in display.  They removed the slipper for preservation and I really wanted to see the slippers.

Off back to the street, there were some street performers doing stuff.  We sat on the bench for a while and there were random strangers taking picture with people wearing uniforms (who looked like tourists as well.)  I wondered if they were thought as Mickey Mouse in Disney land.  We tried our best not act like dumbos getting to the venue early before 5:00 pm, but then Pam and Judith realized it was Red Socks game that day and the traffic would be crazy if we didn’t leave earlier.  Fortunately when we got to the venue those tour buses had parked and there were 7 people waiting by the door already.  I passed by the arena where Arctic Monkeys played last time and sent picture to Cecily to make her cry.

More Things Irrelevant to Music

We got to the venue and I was really shocked (?) to actually see how tiny this venue looked like because it's a rock club and last time I was at a rock club it was some headbanging band back home playing sweet child of mine which I had to say was way much better than the rose dude himself singing right now.  But that's not the point.  The point was that seeing a band who headlining festivals playing in such small venue was a privilege.  I am sure the slow speed of ticket sales would not agree, but at the end of the day it's about how much I enjoyed and I was one hundred percent sure I would enjoy this gig very very much.

900 capacity-ish

Our original plan was to check out the venue and maybe check around to get food, but as soon as we saw there were people in queue, we just agreed that we would stay here in silent agreement.  At first Pam and Judith thought the door was gonna open at 7:00PM, but it turned out the door didn't open till 8:00PM.  I knew I probably would sound like a brat complaining that we had to queue for another three hours, but I still whined about it.  And while we were just standing under the shade not really forming a line (like omg no one had sharpie and marked our hands!!), there were couple people standing next to one of the tour buses talking to roadies.  To our surprises (or maybe it was just me not paying attention) a guy wearing red hoodie came out from the front door of the venue, and people (like three) were making noises.  It was Tom (the guy holding microphone singing in the center, if you did not know yet) going back to the tour bus.  He said hi to people, and I thought one person took a picture with him before he walked up to the tour bus.  Somehow I was managed to take out my phone and snap shot couple pictures of him like a freaky tourists wearing sun beam deflection goggle and puffy bright blue jacket.

the microphone guy

Tom later left the tour bus and ran to the venue with his hoodie on covered his head.  I was curious about this behaviour because I was like: "Dude, you are not that famous here."  We sat a bit and later we saw a whole gang came out from the venue.  Serge was the first one and he was heading to the tour bus straight.  He was marching like an army and didn't look around or cared some squirrel noises we were making.  Chris was behind him, followed Ben and Ian.  They walked in to the tour bus really quick and I could only take a picture of Serge's arm next to the pole and Chris' hat.  My first impression about real life figure Serge was "Dude was tall."  Meanwhile Tim was talking to people instead of going to the tour bus.  He seemed like a nice guy.

And of course there were some queue drama.  I was being the weirdo asking two kids to get behind us but it turned out to be quite useless, because we could get into a bar before the door opened and were able to be let in couple seconds before others.  And since these two kids were underage, they could not get to the bar for 10 second early entry.  I thought what I did was just probably making most people thinking I was the bitch in queue eventually. (LOL)

Still not about the music yet

We got in the bar and not awkwardly FINALLY talked to Pip's friends from England.  It was quite hard not to sound creepy to start a conversation like: "Hey you are friends of my facebook friend, yo."  But Judith ordered some Irish Imported Cider for us while we were in there, so the conversation was naturally taking place.  As a person who could not do much alcohol, I was beaten up pretty easily while trying to finish half bottle, but thanks to dim light and the whole bottle of water I just sneaked in, I was able not to punching everyone I saw.  But the consequence was I had to go to the bathroom so bad I went there couple times even after we got in and I was already standing against the rail.  Fortunately most people in the crowd didn't give a shit if I had to leave the barrier to go to bathroom and came back.  The door opened couple minutes after 8:00PM, and the stage was tiny.  We were not really prepare to kill anyone for any particular spots at the barrier, but the center part toward Chris was filled up quite early.  We happily settled at the other side where two guitarists would be standing.  At first I was worried we might have gotten too far but somehow we ended up very toward center by the end of the gig.  I was like " what the fuck happened?"

Bo Ningen

The band was awesome, but it would be really great if someone set up their sound could get their shit straight not wanking around.  We were standing right in front of the speaker so it felt like someone smashed your ear drum with a Piñata.  I was really enjoying the music and their performance, but had to press my left ear so it would stop bleeding.  I was not sure if most of the people enjoyed their music, but I heard great cheering after they finished so I guess it was really good.  I could not believe I even sang along when they played Slider, but that was a really good song.  The most impressive part of the performance was watching the drummer played.  The amount of concentration he put in was crazy, and of course the bassist/vocalist was incredible.

we were rude

Kasabian

we were totally NOT there by the end..

When the roadies were setting up the stage, I took a scary face picture portraying me trying to reach the stage.  The person who's messing the stuff was scared by my look, and I thought he was gonna call security.  The music was playing, and I could feel some butterflies and chicken fingers in my stomach.  One tiny detail was they replaced the setlist just couple minutes when the concert was about to start.  The roadies torn down setlist that had been taped on stage, and replace it with a new one.  They added Processed Beats.  The stage went totally black and you could hear the noise they play before Bumblebee.  The stage was completely dark but I could see people walking on the stage through some flash lights, then the next thing was boooom Sergio Pizzorno and Tom Meighan right in your face.  I did try to take a look at Chris but sorry you were just too fucking far away.   Next song they played Shoot the Runner, and I loved this iPod song so much.  And soon Pam, Judith, and I found something funky attached to Serge.  Yes, dude had a fucking tail.  Like a fucking tail, what the fuck.

WHY

Serge sang the first part of The Doberman before started singing Take Aim and I was super happy (this sad soul had not heard of The Doberman in live in her life).  At the end of the song he finished it with The Doberman again (and Tom went back to the stage) which was a quiet moment, but I could feel some shit was going to happen.  And there was a jump made by Tom here it came CLUB FOOT.  At this moment I felt my feet were screaming that they wanted to give up and I wouldn't blame them since we walked about  6 hours this morning checking out English Traitors, but my feet still danced and jumped around like they didn't care.  That was the time I knew I was having a fucking great time, although very likely I would be regret about it the next morning.

They ended the first set with Fire, and came back to play Can You Feel It Coming.  We were not that cool that chanting can you feel it coming like a proper crowd in Europe and stuff, but I probably did it anyway.  Then it was like the peace before thunderstorm, because the crowd came totally mental when Vlad was played.  When Serge never counted to four and we jumped anyway, it was crazy but freaking great.  I was happy to see people were really into the gig, but of course I did not know about this until I later watched some clips online, since during the gig I was doing my own crazy stuns and ignoring people anyway.  They ended the encore covering part of Praise You (which was super brilliant) and L.S.F.  It was weirdly beautiful when everyone was hot and sweaty but we were all gospel-ish chanting La La Laaaalaa, like what the hell.

The gig finished pretty late, and by the time we left the venue it was about midnight.  And we had a train to catch next morning to New York Citheee.