
Showing posts with label White Lies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label White Lies. Show all posts
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Friday, 14 August 2009
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Enjoy the silence

Getting Personal...
Just back from a fantastic break in Chicago, with Lollapalooza 2009 being the main purpose of the visit. Not too much in the way of birding - some limited photo highlights will follow over the next few days, along with some point and click photographs from the festival. Bands seen included the mighty Depeche Mode (above), The Killers, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Lou Reed, Kaiser Chiefs, Arctic Monkeys and White Lies. Chicago itself is a wonderful (windy) city, and I'll share some photographs of that too...
Now? I need some sleep!
Friday, 27 February 2009
Big Gig
Arrived back from the NME Big Gig at the London O2 today... what a great show!Watch out for the White lies - a young band with great potential. Glum rock... I like it.
Don't waste any time with Crystal Castles - reminded me of the Newton ring ouzels' preferred feeding area... a heap.
Franz ferdinand were very entertaining and talented, but were, as expected, blown away by the cure (although I would say that...). Almost 2 hour set from RS & Co (was only mean't to be 90 minutes), with a selection of songs spanning the bands 30 years. Managed to meet up with my cousin Rob who was also dressed as smart as I, with our matching fave cure t-shirts from 1989! Managed to get to the front, opposite guitar legend, Porl Thompson (complete with high heals and a distinctly girlie dress). Much beer was drunk, so a good night all round.
For thise who may be interested, or not... here's the cure setlist: underneath the stars, from the edge of the deep green sea, the perfect boy, the end of the world, sleep when i'm dead, a forest, three imaginary boys, shake dog shake, maybe someday, the only one, inbetween days, just like heaven, primary, want, the hungry ghost, disintegration, one hundred years, it's over,
Encore: boys don't cry, jumping someone else's train, grinding halt, 10:15 saturday night, killing an arab.
Right, indulgence over, time for a spot of birding me thinks.
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