I’m all out of love part 1

 I’ve been so busy for the last week, I haven’t had a chance to write anything here. It’s been non-stop gigs and deadlines, and I’m burnt out! I’m also a drama queen, so the last statement is an exaggeration. I feel like I’m out nearly every night, or there’s an excuse to be out every night, especially with the current crop of live gigs in Dublin. I think I’m all out of love when it comes to gigs, until my liver and/or my wallet recover sufficiently. Saying that, I’ll probably be down at The National tomorrow night. Anybody remember their gig in the Cobblestone all those years ago?

Last week was extremely hectic, probably the busiest of the year. I kicked things off with Arcade Fire on Tuesday night, in the Park. Don’t really know if it was any good, as we were down the back and could neither see or hear the band. These things I do know though.

Beck’s Beer gives you a hangover before you’re drunk.

The visuals looked pretty good, for an indie band.

The drummer seemed to enjoy himself (he was projected onto the backdrop quite frequently, this was all I could see).

The drummer has a tattoo on his right arm, or a large clump of hair (see above).

It was extremely easy to get to and from the Phoenix Park, via the Dublin Bus service (I know, I was shocked too!).

The Bruce Springsteen comparisons are all true.

Wake Up was, is, and always will be an anthem, no matter where Arcade Fire go to from here.