15 September 2009
It's all about the cuddles in the kitchen.
I'm not a big fan of big stadium concerts. I used to be, when I was younger, and couldn't give a toss about really hearing the music, or seeing the performers. Back then it was all about being there, being with your friends, getting injured in mosh pits, finding some older guy to buy you beer, getting the t-shirt that you'd wear every other day faithfully under it deteriorated into threads. Nowadays, it is about seeing the performers, hearing the music live, and bitching about the high cost of beers at the venue. I'm a cheap bastard, so if I go to shows now, I'm going to buy the cheapest tickets available, which basically means the bigger the venue, the less likelihood I'm going to see what I paid to see. For most bands, I would just skip it if they were playing at a bigger venue. For the Arctic Monkeys, I'd go no matter what.
Here is the song that made me fall in love with the Arctic Monkeys:
Swine flu can wait until tomorrow.