to be back...

Having just spent the past 6 months going to concerts and music fests in oz, it was quite fascinating to see the crowd at prospect parks bandshell on tuesday night. tvor and gang gang were playing the park, and it was packed the hell out. all the things about brooklyn that i used to hate on came rushing back as quickly as it had left. dont get me wrong, i love brooklyn. i really do. i fucking live there, i better love it. i just hate a lot of the people living there. before the show, i met an old friend at a dive in park slope where its $4 for a huge foam cup of bud. we had a couple of beers, and then took teh cup for the road (all of course, gratis from two lovely old men at the bar). entering the bandshell, you couldnt escape the plaid shirts if you tried. onesies and head scarfs and gladiator sandles were in full swing, lighting up american spirits and swigging beam from a flask. ironically, i was a part of this whole bothersome scene. when did i turn into an indie loving-urban-hippie? the truth is, i have been for some years now, i dare to say even before it was a thing. moving on, the thing that was more notable and a heavy distinction between new yorkers and aussies, was that nobody was dancing! i know tvor isnt exactly the presets, but shit, you gotta move! the audience was stagnant, and security told me to watch my friend before she got kicked out. watch her? okay! she'd just come back from a month in london where she was in a modern-interpretive dance thing, and she was really...interpreting! we might have been the only people really getting into it, and so everyone assumed we were drunk or on drugs. we weren't. buzzkill nonetheless. what is everyone so worried about!? the second big difference was actually kind of awesome. people weren't snapping pictures every two seconds. in oz i learned to pose without actually posing. aussies fucking love their cameras man, and at concerts flashbulbs abound and everyones all smiles. it's like they want to show people on facebook that they were somewhere, instead of just being there. i felt sheepish and entirely uncool as i snapped a ouple picks of Kyp and Tunde. ah well. i feel like to stumbled into summer here and had forgotten how much fun nyc is in august...