If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world

 

My one shitty picture off my phone

I was strangely unmoved while the whole of the Greek Theater was up in arms singing along to the Snow Patrol anthem. It was an odd thing watching them play in the US. Not a bad thing mind you, after all I’ve been trying to see them live for about three years now and this time I wasn’t thwarted by unexpected job offers, procrastination, geography or any of those other factors that made me loose my noodle before. This time R, myself, A and D were sorted months before with tickets and we made it there without any hitches (minus of course the bloody 283 dollar speeding ticket).

Honestly one could not ask for a better place to watch a gig than the Greek, nestled in the hills of Griffith Park, it’s a small intimate venue with an amazing if slightly toasted (courtesy of the recent Griffith Park fires) view. The badu were also amazingly hot, though as usual with my luck I had a smelly Persian girl (obviously the one Persian girl in the whole of California who isn’t fit) and her dubious looking boyfriend sitting next to me. The band was brilliant as well and I could go on about Gary Lightbody’s voice but it might be a bit gay…oh yeah and there were these two songbirds, the Watson Twins who sounded ethereal and were umm…yum. 

But as I mentioned before watching them play with an American audience was strange. Whereas I was up in arms going crazy for Spitting Games, Run and of course Chocolate the rest of the crowd seemed strangely unmoved. I was especially surprised when this laxness was displayed to Run, I mean I remember singing along with a thousand Brits in Chelmsford to that anthem and watching the Somerset show where the same thing happened. Of course this anomaly was explained when Chasing Cars came on and everybody was doing what I had been doing solo a few minutes ago. Nobody out here knows Snow Patrol for Final Straw, only from Eyes Open.

Fair enough I guess, but it was still an awesome, awesome gig. I just couldn’t get any decent pictures because the disadvantage of having a ginormous SLR is that it doesn’t really fit down my pants and thus can’t be sneaked into a concert. I did wish I had it though when this couple started making out in front of me and the light beams from the stage created this absolutely spellbinding silhouette. It would have been a hell of an image.

Of course it’s a reflection of how crazy my life is at the moment that it took me two weeks after the concert to blog about it…sigh…