Flaming Lips
29 January 2004 at The Palace
It was destined to be a doomed evening - week-night, rain and 2 hours late. I was ready to go home and be with Murakami during support band Dave Graney's set, and gave up my spot in the front for more oxygen by the far side of the stage. Confetti and dancing bunnies aside, I reckon it'll be hard to topple this one as my concert event of 2004. Like Beck last year, the Flaming Lips put up a good show - of quirky gimmicks, crowd-pleasing talk (which on occasion, I found to be slightly annoying), and a couple of kick-ass covers with meaningful stories behind them (in this case, White Stripes' Seven Nation Army).
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Robot Night 30 January 2004
I've grossly underestimated the drawing power of a low neckline.
I was offered rice crackers, printing services, pseudo-philosophical conversations, drinks, and lots of attention.
Funny, because part of the reason I like going there is that I never have to worry about (being the subject of) inopportune, vile advances.
For once I felt slightly agreeable, and made exchanges last longer than the time it takes for the look of digust to disappear from my face.