Blogging heart attacks & We Are Scientists!

Overzealous much? Yup, that’s me. Having a schizophrenic little afternoon? Yup, that’s me too!

After my last post, I heard the opening riff to one of my favourite songs, the song that will get me up and dancing and hyper-energized no matter how I felt before, and knew it was time to dash to see We Are Scientists. Let’s just start by saying my love affair with the band has been rekindled! And by rekindled, I really mean set alight like the forest fires out west… but in a good, non-destructive way!

We Are Scientists rock. As they played their set, the crowd in front of the stage multiplied. And multiplied… and multiplied… and multiplied! Of course the mega-fans, who responded with quite the group cheer when the band asked if anyone out there had purchased tickets for the entire weekend just to see them, weaved their ways up close to the stage, but the feeling of euphoria extended to the stragglers at the back — who had enough room to seriously dance or smoke a joint or do both — and quite possibly way beyond. And that song I love that dragged me away from the computer to bask in indie rock glory? Nobody Move, Nobody Gets Hurt, which I’d say the band is best-known for, and which was also featured on CSI.

I adore bands who actually talk to the audience while they play, be it between songs or sometimes during! We Are Scientists have the art of audience chatter down pat. Lead singer Keith Murray began by calling festivalgoers closer to the stage, proclaiming themselves non-violent non-biters. This call quickly turned into a hilarious diatribe on the speed of sound and how the physics behind it all works at an outdoor festival with a grassy knoll far back from the stage! The band’s 45-minute set also proved them to be masters at crafting set lists. Start with a fan favourite, move through a few new songs, throw in more older beloveds, and end with a punch (be it new or old). The result? Everyone moves and everyone gets happy! (Yeah, I know, that was a seriously cheap attempt at funny.)

After the show, I dashed back to the Internet Café to blog and possibly find my dearly-missed partners-in-crime. At first it seemed like I would accomplish neither, as Marilis is off enjoying some music somewhere, and I have yet to connect with Tristan (not that I could even hear my cell phone if it rang). Worst part? I sat down at three different computers and not one would let me on to our fair Indyish Web site! Panic button activated much? I grabbed the techie-in-tent and explained my trauma, and how I’d successfully accessed the site and blogged an hour or so earlier. He thus joined me in full confusion mode. About that time, however, the computer I’d used earlier became free, and I grabbed it to see if it would be my lucky one. On y fait! Eureka! Success! Joy!

So I will get to know this particular machine rather well today. Maybe we’ll even exchange names and talk about our favourite bands… Or maybe I just need to get out and enjoy some more music while I recover from my lack-of-blogging heart attack.