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Interpol with Erin
Rocked.
It was at the Orpheum theatre, which is literally across the street from the Park Street T Station. So of course we walk in the wrong direction with a bitterly cold wind in our faces, but we eventually sorted it out and got there. The Orpheum is a strange place. You can tell that at one point, it was glamorous. Traces of this elegance remain, but it's slightly decrepit now. I suppose it suits the grunge-rock and alternative crowds - there is something terribly poignant about a once-lovely building sliding gracefully into dilapidated ruin.
In any case, we got there and got a pretzel and cokes and chilled. The opening band was terrible, but the music was quiet enough that we could still talk. That was infinitely more fun than watching to a 80s throwback prance around, and was good times.
Interpol came on around nine o'clock, and played a long set. Since the Orpheum is an actual theater rather than a club with a stage, they had pretty lights. Interpol was going for the smoky silhouette look, so the lights were positioned behind them, sending blue and orange and pink light into the audience. They were good live, and from what we could see of them, they were well-dressed. I always appreciate that in a performer.
They did take a very very long time coming back for the obligatory encore, though. I don't approve of that. Tsk tsk.
But anyway, I had lots of fun. Erin and I got to talk a lot, which was good. She did laugh hysterically after I revealed that I was perhaps not as virginal as I was previously, though. I'm still not quite sure why.
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