I Went To See 'Late Of The Pier'
...and all I got was this lousy poster.
There was a point last night where I just wanted to scream my fucking guts out. Use all the swearwords I know and hit something very hard at the same time. That kinda angry, you know? But first things first.
It started by me going to a popular local club and concert venue called Blå to see the British indie rock band Late Of The Pier, of which I have become a pretty big fan over the past weeks. Had been looking forward to this concert for quite a while. I got there around a quarter to 10, it was very empty and didn't even look like the support band was about to start. So I went to Bleed, whose office is very close, to get some beer from the fridge (hehe). There I encountered Astrid, who I was supposed to meet at the venue later, also sipping a cold Ringnes. So we stayed and chatted for a bit while drinking up. After half an hour we decided to get some food and then head back to Blå.
At about 11 we were back at the concert. We went in only to see the band perform the last 30 seconds of their last song. Yupp. That was it. No encore. No nothing. 25 bucks right out the window. To be honest, I didn't give a shit about the money. But I had just missed the fucking concert! I was – oh, the irony – too late. $@!&%*! Ok, I screwed up. On the other hand, those bastards must've started when the place was just halfway filled and only played 45 minutes, max!
In the end, Astrid managed to get our tickets partly refunded and we decided to stay for a bit, while the support DJs started their – relatively crappy – set after the concert. Argh. This way, I at least had some time to check out the place. I must say, after having heard so much about it and knowing that they get pretty big acts on a regular basis, I was quite shocked by it's size. It's really small! Nice, cozy, cool – but small! Not tiny, but still...
After another hour or so we met up with our fellow Bleedian André and his girlfriend Kine. After seemingly endless walking through a friggin' cold Oslo night – t-shirt and hoodie are definitely not enough for these kinda temperatures – we landed at a pretty nice bar called Hell's Kitchen, got drunk and ended up having a pretty fun time after all.
So it wasn't entirely bad.
But still, damn you, bad timing!
There was a point last night where I just wanted to scream my fucking guts out. Use all the swearwords I know and hit something very hard at the same time. That kinda angry, you know? But first things first.
It started by me going to a popular local club and concert venue called Blå to see the British indie rock band Late Of The Pier, of which I have become a pretty big fan over the past weeks. Had been looking forward to this concert for quite a while. I got there around a quarter to 10, it was very empty and didn't even look like the support band was about to start. So I went to Bleed, whose office is very close, to get some beer from the fridge (hehe). There I encountered Astrid, who I was supposed to meet at the venue later, also sipping a cold Ringnes. So we stayed and chatted for a bit while drinking up. After half an hour we decided to get some food and then head back to Blå.
At about 11 we were back at the concert. We went in only to see the band perform the last 30 seconds of their last song. Yupp. That was it. No encore. No nothing. 25 bucks right out the window. To be honest, I didn't give a shit about the money. But I had just missed the fucking concert! I was – oh, the irony – too late. $@!&%*! Ok, I screwed up. On the other hand, those bastards must've started when the place was just halfway filled and only played 45 minutes, max!
In the end, Astrid managed to get our tickets partly refunded and we decided to stay for a bit, while the support DJs started their – relatively crappy – set after the concert. Argh. This way, I at least had some time to check out the place. I must say, after having heard so much about it and knowing that they get pretty big acts on a regular basis, I was quite shocked by it's size. It's really small! Nice, cozy, cool – but small! Not tiny, but still...
After another hour or so we met up with our fellow Bleedian André and his girlfriend Kine. After seemingly endless walking through a friggin' cold Oslo night – t-shirt and hoodie are definitely not enough for these kinda temperatures – we landed at a pretty nice bar called Hell's Kitchen, got drunk and ended up having a pretty fun time after all.
So it wasn't entirely bad.
But still, damn you, bad timing!
ccseabass - 2008-11-01 19:28