Occupant have yet to make their live debut

K Crabdul and I went to see ...And you will know us by the Trail of Dead this evening. Stella and I went to the venue early to case the joint. We had the bleasure of watching the bus driver wangle his way out of a very tight spot.

So, K and I got there at about five twenty. One of the doors was unlocked and I kept wondering if we were allowed in. It was a boring wait, and the people near us kept using the word 'Stoked'. When we got in, we were frisked! I'd never been frisked before. It wasn't too unpleasant (but not 'If ya know what I mean').

We wandered nonchalantly into the big room with the stage, whatever you want to call it. Hardly anyone was there. I said, "What would be the point of not going straight up to the stage?", and K said we should earn it by squishing through the crowd. But we went anyway. After waiting a few minutes, I noticed some crumpled paper on the floor and said, "It's probably something we're not supposed to know!" If I'd known I had the the inaccurate and discarded set list, I'd've been more careful!

There were four bands. I was the only person in the building who liked the first band. That happened at the last concert I went to!
They had two percussionists (like Slipknot!) and the bassist looked like Steve Zissou. They seemed to be happy at first, to be up playing, but some people were heckling them. And the guitarist wouldn't turn the frikin treble down, for frik's sake!

The second band were a trio with an organist/guitarist and no bass.
A second drummer from one of the other bands sat in on one song, which was quite enjoyable! But their finale was a song called 'War', "which we wrote in protest of the Iraq war". I wish they'd just played the Edwin Starr song.

The third band (Blood Brothers) were actually co-headlining, and K and I were the only ones who didn't know all the, er, screams to every single song. One of them had huge hair that he could stuff into a small hat with ease (but not when I was looking). They were one squishy band for sure. I mean I got very squished, and the chocolate bar in my pocket....They played for a long time, but for the most part sounded samey.

Lots of people left after that. So some new people joined us at the front of the stage. I said, "Let's take another look at this set list". The girl next to me was amazed and was obviously a huge fan. During the set, the singer looked at his (different) set list and set "Who the fuck wrote this?!" One half of it made it onto the floor and a security guard gave it to me. I gave it to the people next to me. Afterwards, I got another half a setlist! Bizzare. Unfortunately, I never had a chance to hear their new album, and thus I only recognised two to four songs. They wouldn't turn the bloody vocals up, rendering them inaudible.

It turned out I'd met one of the people next to me before, at the Yeah yeah yeahs concert. It was enough of a sign that I knew I had to procure their electronic mail box numbers. We met the bass player before we went. He was tall! We introduced ourselves and he repeated our names back multiple times to make sure he had them.