Bloc Party in Detroit
Well here they are, the Bloc Party concert shots. You're right, they're shit. Nobody would lend me a camera and the dude who did send these to me via email didn't have a clue how to use the friggin thing. Oh well.
The concert was outstanding. The Bloc rocked, and I was loving it. I was right up front with a speaker in one ear and the lead singer's whiney British strains in the other. Fantastic. But don't you hate it when you're the only one at a rock show freaking out? This crowd was lame to say the least. I didn't wanna dance too hard; I was afraid of hurting someone.
This next picture sucks even worse than the rest, but whatayagonnado? It seems like as hip as hipsters are they really lack in the area of just plain gettin down. Saw alot of dudes with blazers and such, but they just wouldn't dance. I started to get to itchin' about the hard night of Detroit rock cityin' I was hoping we had ahead of us.....I had to find out where the good spots were.....
Like a champ I approached the girl I had been eyeing all night with the skirt made out of about as much fabric as a hankerchief. I ask her and her friend where to party, and they say they'll tell me if i buy drinks. I say here, or where we're going? As I say this, I take a nice haul off my Marlboro Light and induce this remark: "Eww, smoke city! See Ya".....And like that! They were gone. Needless to say I felt like the world's biggest jackass. All I could do was rustle up Johnny, and Becka, and hit the streets......
And hit them we did. 3 bars. 2 cabs. 4 hours. A whole lot of booze and one shitty, rat's nest hotel. We spent a fortune, drank like kings, and painted Detroit with the red of the Canadian flag. Someone got naked, someone almost went home with someone extremely repulsive, someone was asking any Hollywood type if they liked to "party", and someone made a self depricating remark about herself I won't mention here. In the end I was wet, tired, and ready to do it all again. God Bless you everyone.
ps- the guy that sent me these pics accidentaly included a bunch of nude shots of him and his Gf.
The concert was outstanding. The Bloc rocked, and I was loving it. I was right up front with a speaker in one ear and the lead singer's whiney British strains in the other. Fantastic. But don't you hate it when you're the only one at a rock show freaking out? This crowd was lame to say the least. I didn't wanna dance too hard; I was afraid of hurting someone.
This next picture sucks even worse than the rest, but whatayagonnado? It seems like as hip as hipsters are they really lack in the area of just plain gettin down. Saw alot of dudes with blazers and such, but they just wouldn't dance. I started to get to itchin' about the hard night of Detroit rock cityin' I was hoping we had ahead of us.....I had to find out where the good spots were.....
Like a champ I approached the girl I had been eyeing all night with the skirt made out of about as much fabric as a hankerchief. I ask her and her friend where to party, and they say they'll tell me if i buy drinks. I say here, or where we're going? As I say this, I take a nice haul off my Marlboro Light and induce this remark: "Eww, smoke city! See Ya".....And like that! They were gone. Needless to say I felt like the world's biggest jackass. All I could do was rustle up Johnny, and Becka, and hit the streets......
And hit them we did. 3 bars. 2 cabs. 4 hours. A whole lot of booze and one shitty, rat's nest hotel. We spent a fortune, drank like kings, and painted Detroit with the red of the Canadian flag. Someone got naked, someone almost went home with someone extremely repulsive, someone was asking any Hollywood type if they liked to "party", and someone made a self depricating remark about herself I won't mention here. In the end I was wet, tired, and ready to do it all again. God Bless you everyone.
ps- the guy that sent me these pics accidentaly included a bunch of nude shots of him and his Gf.
posted by jcorn @ 8:21 PM
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