Watched the National at the Enmore Theatre tonight, and they were fantastic. We were initially worried that they (apparently) took an hour for the instrumentation to match the energy of the songs, but in all honesty, I didn’t feel that at all. The performers were energetic, the crowd was fantastic and participative, and most of the songs were at their peak. Really, that is a good batting average.
The only thing that ruined the night was my vertigo (which came and went)... oh, and also those two pommie chicks who wanted to get into the higher price bracket area by flirting with the security guy and letting everyone within the 10-mile radius about how desperate they are to get into that area. Dear Pommie Inbred Trollups: If you really want to get up close and personal with the band, either pay the ticket price or offer to sleep with several of the band members. Surely, one of them will be desperate enough. And really? Giving your number to the security guy?? Not only are you cheap, but you **really** need to work on your flirting skills. I’ve seen belly button lint that was more enticing than you. The least you can do is make your failed attempts at seducing less audible, because really... you embarrass yourself.
Oh, yeah. About the National. Five slices. Really.
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