Sometimes you forget why being young and full of energy is so much fun. And then you go out till two in the morning to see live music. I’ve been to see some stellar shows this year, Sigur Ros, Tom Waits, and later on I will see the Decemberists too. Oddly enough seeing Wolf Parade tops the list for sheer energy. One of the band members had an allergy attack and had to go to the hospital to get 500cc’s of epinephrine, (wow do I empathise). They played for over an hour anyway.
Simply put it is so cool to feel the floor shake, the glasses rattling on the bar, and then watch the room jump. I love that feeling at rock shows where you don’t know what is going to happen. Of course there is a limited range of variables. But having been to shows where: everyone sits in their seat, no one dances, and that token dorky white guy doesn’t do that crazy arm pumping thing, no one needlessly takes off their shirt, no one falls down drunk; can you really call it rock and roll?
I say no.