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Where We’ve Been

It’s been a good few days in my world. My good friend Nora (most of you reading this probably know her!) is gracing us with a visit this week. She arrived Saturday afternoon, and we’ve been busy enjoying ourselves since.

Saturday evening we went to see her cousin Samantha’s dance recital in Winchester. We hadn’t been to any ballet–professional, kiddies, whatever–in quite a while. It was neat to see. Samantha is very serious about dance, it seems, and I thought she was quite good. She takes classes at the Boston Ballet school, so we discovered afterward that we are familiar with some of the same ballet people. We also got to finally meet some of the Gallers I’ve been hearing about for years. By putting together different characteristics from various Gallers, especially Nora’s uncle Don, I felt like I could come up with something that looked/sounded a bit like her dad. So it all made sense! Nice people…

We saw some fireworks over a pond in Winchester as we were walking through the parking lot after the recital.

On Sunday we decided to take a crack at going to the Red Sox game. Since the Sox headed out on a road trip on Monday, it was our only chance to try to take Nora to Fenway. We started our day with some Dunkin Donuts coffee and breakfast bagel action (it’s only appropriate), and then headed down to stand in the day-of-game ticket line. We seem to have pretty good luck when we try for day-of-game tickets, and this time was no different. We got the last available tickets before they started selling the no-shows. We couldn’t get three seats together, but we were able to get two good seats behind home plate and one standing room ticket for the right field roof. Once you get in the ballpark it’s possible to move around, and the people sitting near us weren’t in their seats for about 1/2 of the game, so Ezra roamed the park, checked out the right field roof, and sat with us behind home plate. It was a fun game, especially because we won, 6-3. Afterward we made our way over to the North End for some general exploring. We ended up having dinner at a “Mom and Pop place” (Nora’s description) and then stopping in at a soccer-oriented espresso/gelato cafe. We enjoyed our coffees and gelati as Spiderman played on TBS (I think) in the background.

I did a bit of work Monday morning and then Nora and I spent much of the day in Harvard Square. We shopped, she made the necessary shoe purchases, and we got some drinks at Cafe Paradiso. I managed to get through the day without buying much more than a magazine… exercising great restraint, I purchased vicariously. We met Ez at Shilla for a little sushi, and then went to see Faust (the Murnau film) with Cul de Sac musical accompaniment at Coolidge Corner. If you don’t know them (I didn’t), Cul de Sac describe themselves as a noise/atmosphere/psychedelia band. They have provided accompaniment to Faust and other films at venues around the world. I liked the film and the whole experience. And I’m certain I’ve seen one of the band members on the T about 40 times. He must live or work on the Red line.

We were pretty slow to get going on Tuesday… I think all the activity caught up with us and we were tired… and the warm weather didn’t really help. John arrived from Portland around 2:00, and we grabbed some caffeination from the Someday to try to get ourselves moving before heading down to the waterfront for the FNX Best Music Poll party. I had never been down to the Bank of America Pavilion (formerly the FleetBoston Pavilion and before that Harborlights), and I hadn’t been to an outdoor venue in many ages. It was the first Interpol show (yeah, Interpol again) for both Nora and John. I thought they played quite well, but the crowd wasn’t strictly an Interpol crowd, and it’s just a better experience–in my opinion–to see them at a club where they’re the main event. I guess I’ll just have to take John and Nora to see them again sometime. (Yeah, twist my arm.) My fan activity this time was a surprise one. Sam, Carlos, and Daniel did a little signing before their set, and I got their signatures on a beaten-up Antics poster (apparently the last one). I’ve heard that Paul was around, but I didn’t see him and he certainly wasn’t signing anything when I was there. A guy next to me got them to sign a ticket for his small son. Nora relieved Ezra of his fan enabling duties and stood in line with me for the signing while Ez and John got beers.

And that brings us up to today. Nora went into town to meet up with a friend of hers and then headed off to visit family for a few days, so I had an opportunity to get more work in. Hope to see Nora again on Friday… and I might even get to visit with her parents! Haven’t seen them since her wedding.

It’s still hot here. Gah. I hate it. If you don’t know already, you should–I really hate hot sticky weather. I’m not physically made for it. If anything, I’m made for Fall weather. I endure the heat to get to that!

Besides the heat, I am also enduring a frustrating Red Sox game on tv. At least they’re not currently losing. They’re just not scoring yet.

I’m having visions of ice cubes… “I’m melting… melting!”

Nous sommes ici

We’re back from France. Needless to say, the trip was fantastic. We have about a zillion and ten photos. So far, we’ve only seen the ones we took on Ezra’s digital camera. I’ll have to take my 6 rolls off to be developed.

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We did a lot of walking the whole time. In Paris, we spent lots of time around the Marais, and also walked around the area of the Bastille, Place de la Republique, Latin Quarter, Opera, etc. We skipped some of the obvious tourist stuff. On Wednesday (4/20) we walked through the Marais, visited some parks (Place des Vosges and Jardins Tuilleries), walked up the Champs Elysee (so crowded!) to the Arc de Triomphe, walked around the Centre Pompidou, and picked up our Interpol tickets at the FNAC in the mall at Forums des Halles. On Thursday (4/21) we walked back through the Marais again, and wandered over by Notre Dame and into the Latin Quarter. We went to Shakespeare and Co. and visited with the shop’s resident kitty. Then we went to Maison de la Photographie Europeenne where we saw photographs by Andy Warhol, Gianni Berengo Gardin, and Dmitri Baltermants. Later, we headed off to the Interpol show. I wrote about it in detail on our travel blog, so I’ll just copy most of that here. (If you’ve already read that, skip down!)

[Interpol Paris 4/21/05 show report begins here!] OK. Reading this blog it might seem like I am obsessed with Interpol. However, I just have to say that seeing them at Le Zenith proved that I am not, in fact, obsessed. I can say that because we got to see people who definitely ARE obsessed. The French fans were MAD! I was smashed up in the second row of the pit, and many people around me were SCREAMING and waving and singing along through the entire show. A friend told me afterward that she saw a girl flash her breasts at Paul. Glad I missed that one. I couldn’t see what was going on around me too well after a while because I was pretty jammed in there and couldn’t move too freely!

But I’m getting ahead of myself. So we went up to the music complex where Le Zenith is located around 5:30. It’s quite a nice place–very parklike. When we got to the venue, there were about 6-8 lines set up. Each was 8-10 people deep when we got there. We picked what looked like one of the shortest lines and settled in. It was a really nice evening… sunny and a little breezy and not too hot or cold. I looked around for a few of my message board friends but I didn’t recognize anyone. We could hear the opening band, Spoon, doing their soundcheck. Around 7:00 or so, the security staff started letting people in. There were lots of signs indicating that camera equipment was interdit (prohibited), so we were a little worried Ezra’s camera would be confiscated, but security let him through no problem. The first people in the lines ahead of us ran across the patio area and into the venue. I thought “Why not?” and we ran after them to stake out our spot.

Le Zenith has a large pit or floor area and then probably 50 rows of seats that rise up around the pit and the stage, sort of like an amphitheater. We positioned ourselves roughly in the center/center-right, in the second row of the pit. Food and drink vendors were roaming the small crowd of hardcore fans assembled in the pit and calling out things like, “Vous jeunes filles passionate sont tres soif!” or something… I nibbled on a chocolate PowerBar in preparation for the night’s activity, and Ezra got a sandwich off a vendor.

Two girls standing behind us (one French and one living in London, it turns out) were chatting about various Interpol songs and U.S. cities. After a bit, the French girl said, “Terri?” She turned out to be Alexiel, a girl I’ve corresponded with on the Interpol message board. She was there with Kate, a moderator on the board. They said hello and we chatted a little.

About 6 photographers set up in the area just in between the pit and the stage for Spoon. (Later on, for Interpol, there were about 10.) Spoon took the stage around 8:30. Ezra and I have agreed that they were OK; they played well, but their music just isn’t that exciting to us. The best songs were the really poppy one, which I think might be called “The Way We Get By,” and a cover of a Wire song (I think it was “Lowdown;” that was the best part of their set in my opinion). Daniel stood on the right side of the stage, in black suit and white tie, watching the beginning of their set, and he clapped politely at the end of songs. Then he disappeared. Sam showed up over there next, by the sound guy, snapping photos (as usual). Then he disappeared, too. Then, during “The Way We Get By” (or whatever it’s called), I looked over and saw Paul by the sound guy, smoking, wearing the fedora, and sporting newly dyed bright pinkish-orange hair. I looked back at Ezra, made a face, and yanked on my hair.


Then we waited another half hour or so, during which time a great push toward the front gave a sign of things to come. When Interpol took the stage around 9:30, the place went bonkers. The whole show is a bit of a blur… here’s what I recall, in no special order. They played: Next Exit, Slow Hands, Narc, Stella, NYC, Public Pervert, Leif Erikson, Not Even Jail, C’Mere, Evil, PDA, Take You on a Cruise, Obstacle 1, Specialist, and Roland. Ezra and I agree that it was one of the best sounding Interpol shows we’ve seen. Every song was a really good performance. Paul wore a funny little hat that looked like it might have been one of the Interpol “trucker hats.” It reminded me of the little hat Rik wears in one episode of The Young Ones. Carlos was in full romati-goth suit attire. Paul spoke a little bit of French, but mostly English. When he introduced Specialist he said that he wasn’t sure how to say it in French. He blew a smoke ring in (I swear it) the shape of a heart. At the end of Take You on a Cruise he sang “We leave tonight” or something instead of the final “You treat me right.”

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Ezra’s pic. I should have taken some since I managed to stay planted at the front throughout the show, but it would have been tricky to pass the camera across the crowd, and I was pretty busy enjoying myself, anyway.

He looked over toward Daniel’s side of the stage and seemed to be asking if he had a cigarette (maybe he was really asking if he had the ebow for Take You on a Cruise). At the beginning of the encore, Sam took Paul’s face in his hands and gave him a kiss! I think he said something like, “Paul, eh?” Very cute. At one point, Daniel got really into whatever he was playing and shot down onto his knees–at least, I assume he was playing on his knees, because I couldn’t see him down there over Paul’s monitor. The between-song fiddling continues to develop. This time at the end of the main set (or was it at the end of Roland?–maybe so) Paul, Daniel, and Sam played this little bit without Carlos that descended into a wash of feedback.

The French fans are moshers, it seems. What this mainly meant for me, at the front, was that I was squashed much of the time, especially during the fastest songs/the singles, and especially during the encore. I told Ez afterward that I should have taken some names, since I thought after that I was probably pregnant. The security guys poured water into the mouths of some of the kids near me. Sam threw out two sets of drumsticks. The first two, after the main set, went toward the front. One drumstick was coming in my direction, but landed in front of the barrier, and the security guys didn’t pick it up for us. The second set he threw way back into the pit after the encore.

I’m told that both Robert Smith and Billy Corgan (sp? –formerly of Smashing Pumpkins) were in attendance and backstage. Didn’t see either of them.

Afterward Ez and I gathered ourselves, got some drinks, and set out on the adventure of finding Truskel, the bar/club were I’d been told the afterparty would be happening. Unfortunately for the tons of concert-goers who were crammed onto the train, the line we were on closed early for maintenance, so we had to seek an alternate route. We did eventually get there.

At first there was a guy blocking the entrance to the room where the band members were hanging out with their friends, but after a while he moved and people could come and go.

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That’s the outline of Carlos in that photo… I swear.

While we were hanging around wondering if we’d get in, if some friends I was hoping to meet/had met were in there, etc., Sam and his girlfriend walked up right next to me. They left almost right away, though. Once we got inside, we saw that Kate and Alexiel were in there, along with Daniel (and girlfriend), Paul (in the usual hat and hoodie), and Carlos. I also met the very wonderful Emilie from Toulouse. I know her through the Interpol message board, and I think she also helps run a French Interpol board. She was super nice to both me and Ezra. Glad I met her! She introduced us to her friend Marie Laure, too.

We didn’t talk to the band this time, but that was OK. It was fun just to be there with nice people who were sort of into the same vibe… and everyone was really nice. It still felt like kind of partying with the band, and we had a good time. There were funky lights (see our pictures) and people were dancing. I particularly remember dancing to the Pixies’ “Gigantic” and Kim Wilde’s “Kids in America.” A girl wearing a fedora put the hat on Paul’s head (on top of the hat and hood he was already wearing) and he kind of danced with her, bopping his head up and down.

Daniel left after a bit, and then Paul left, telling a girl standing next to me that he had to go because he had other friends to see. Carlos was still there partying away when we left around 4AM. He must have closed the place down!

When we left the Metro was indeed closed, so we took a cab back to our hotel and crashed our happy partied-out butts. [End Interpol review!]

So, on Friday we woke up late to find a beautiful day and a street market winding down outside our window. We had lunch at the cafe on the corner and then made our way over to the Centre Pompidou. As you may know, I’ve been wanting to go to this museum since I first visited Paris when I was about 13. It’s a pretty big museum, somewhat along the lines of the Museum of Modern Art in New York, but with more emphasis on French artists (unsurprisingly) and some other Europeans. Highlights for me were the room of Marc Riboud and a few Giacometti paintings–also, the outdoor sculptures and fountains.

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Between the lag from the previous night’s partying and all the walking and general museum fatigue, we were pretty pooped. We had dinner at an Italian place in a very cute square in the Marais.

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On Saturday (4/23) we took the Metro over to lower end of Montmartre and visited the Gustave Moreau museum. The museum is in his former home and studio, and it’s just CRAMMED with his works. Then we got some lunch and headed over to Printemps in search of a gift for Kim (yes, we were on a mission!). After an arduous (I’m not kidding!) search, we got a little somethin’ for Kim and a couple little somethin’s for me, and then it was off to Nice on the TGV.

We were worried about getting to the train on time, but we were fine. I was glad we’d reserved seats because the train (all roughly 20 cars of it) was packed. We had a lovely view of bits of French countryside for several hours before it got dark.

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April picked us up at the station in Nice and took us to her apartment in Roquebrune. Her apartment is a charming little place built into the side of one of the cliffs, so she has a beautiful view of the sea.

Our first full day in the south, Sunday (4/24), was strangely grey and windy. We spent the day with April in Vieux Nice, Eze, and surrounding towns. Vieux Nice is pretty and quaint. We had lunch there and then shopped the winding little streets. The area produces wonderful soaps, perfumes, etc. (you know how nice soaps always say that they’re French-milled?), and April took us to a nice shop in Vieux Nice where we purchased some divine smelling bath goodies. Eze is a winding little medieval village high up on a cliff (aren’t they all?). While the weather was windy and not ideal, on the positive side it gave us a view of Eze that many people probably never see, and it wasn’t terribly crowded.

Terri & Ez-- in Eze!
In Eze

On Monday (4/25), Ez and I took the bus into Menton, a nice little town on the sea in between Monaco and Italy. We wandered through the little shops and had a bottle of wine at a pricey little seaside cafe (you pay for the sea!). 2/3 of the way through our wine, the wind picked up and clouds moved in, so we chugged through a bit more wine and headed for shelter. We ended up at an Italian restaurant in a cute little courtyard that served us some of the most delicious pasta we’ve eaten in ages. I must tell you–I had fresh little cheese raviolis with herbs, zucchini, and little red peppers. It was absolutely divine (I can taste it if I think hard enough!). Ezra had delicate little gnocchi with scrumptious little mushrooms. So so good. The skies cleared up not long after we ordered, so after a bit of conversation and digestion (and letting all that wine wear off–we had more with our pasta), we set out again toward a park we’d read about.

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It’s a grove of 1000 year old olive trees just outside the center of the town. I think it’s called Parc de Pian. It’s so quiet and pretty up there, and of course there’s a lovely view.

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The olive grove.

That night we had dinner in Monaco with one of April’s friends, Mike. Mike is a British guy who settled in Monaco a while ago (there’s sort of an English-speaking community there). He manages Formula 1 racing, so we heard a lot about the Grand Prix, how Nascar has done things right business-wise, etc. etc. It’s always interesting to meet new people. The scene in Monaco, even on a Monday night, was something to behold.

I guess here would be a good place to note that Monaco is everything you might guess. It IS the international jet set. It IS Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous with Robyn Leach. We went down to a bar called Rascasse (I think) after dinner. It was just starting to fill up, but the wealthy of all nations with their scantily clad ladies were starting to arrive. One little group came complete with their own photographer wearing a leather jacket with a big multicolored star on it.

We were a little tired on Tuesday (4/26). Tuesday was our day in Monaco itself. We started up by the palace and wandered through the gardens up there. The area right around the palace itself is exceptionally touristy, so we pretty much buzzed right through there. We walked down into the port area where we’d had dinner the night before and then met April at the ballet for lunch.

It was neat to snoop around at the ballet. April told us that Les Ballets de Monte-Carlo was formerly the Ballet Russe. Somehow, it all made sense for me when she said that. Their facilities are quite nice (it helps to be funded by a princess). We met a few of her friends there and saw the studio, costume shop, etc. I took a handful of pictures of the ballet on my camera… maybe I’ll post if they’ll come out.

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We have loads of additional photos of the South of France, both from Ezra’s camera and from mine. I’ll have to share more when we get them.

The Blogging Habit

Yeah, so anyone who actually reads this thing has probably noticed that I fall in and out of the blogging habit. My most regular reader (I use the term “regular” loosely), Ezra, has actually pleaded with me for more bloginations. So, time to get back in the habit (go ahead, chuckle and imagine me dressed as The Flying Nun).

In just about an hour I am going to have lunch with my friend Lynn (Hi Lynn!). It looks like another lovely day out there. The cats are sleeping in blocks of sun, the weekend is around the corner, I have mud mask on my face, and we’re going to Paris next week. What could be better?*

Well, OK. So the Red Sox could have a winning record. The Bush administration could be magically replaced by intelligent, thoughtful, caring, fair public servants. Military entanglements around the world could untangle. Those annoying advertisements in bathroom stalls could disappear forever. Come to think of it–I haven’t seen too many of those recently. So things really are getting better.

(*Don’t say no to optimismo.)

Interpol again

I’m afraid you’ll all have to indulge me in another Interpol post. Read on…

Last night Ez and I went to see Interpol at the Orpheum in Boston. Our seats were so much better than the seats we had at Radio City, partly because the Orpheum is just a lot smaller. We were 6 or 7 rows back on the left, but the Orpheum is so narrow at the front that we had a great view. The seats are jammed together, so we were probably only 15 feet from the center of the stage. The setlist was the same as the one they played the first night in New York, but it was so much more energetic. What a difference the crowd makes. We were on our feet and cheering pretty much the whole time in Boston. I did hear a handful of mistakes from the guys, but it didn’t matter much. They were minor. Paul sort of blew us a kiss in the middle of Stella (??), and at the very end, Daniel and Paul put their arms around each other’s waists and walked slowly offstage. It was cute/funny and made me think of the end of Casablanca… “this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship…”

Afterwards, Ezra turned on the super-husband when he indulged my desire to go to the afterparty at Middlesex. It was a little weird when we first got there. Carlos D wasn’t there yet and even though it was kind of cool, it wasn’t what we were in the mood for. After a drink or two, and once Carlos D did arrive, things improved. He played fun, sometimes silly, mostly 80s dance music–stuff like The Cure, Xymox, and Iggy Pop. He’s a not-so-closeted metal head, so we got some Metallica as well.

Pretty early in the evening, I spotted a woman, Gail, I recognized from an online Interpol community where I get a lot of info. I introduced myself and I’m glad I did. She’s a little crazy–she’s been following the band for much of their tour and she’s very forward–but she’s really nice. We hung out a bit, and she ended up giving me one of Sam’s drumsticks, among other things. She also introduced me to Daniel and Paul, and I think seeing her in action is what gave me the nerve to speak to Carlos myself.

Daniel was easily the most approachable and nicest of the three. I’m sure Paul can be fantastic, and probably Carlos, too, but last night Daniel was the sweetest. He really looked at me when I was talking to him, and seemed to be listening to the drivel spilling from my lips (being shy and having a few drinks is a funny combination). He asked me my name and made a point of saying goodbye to me and shaking my hand at the end of the night. Gail, being the forward type, asked him if I could take a picture with him, and of course he is the nicest so he obliged. I’ll have to post it if it’s not too scary! Maybe later today.

I felt a little weird meeting Paul, because he seemed antsy to get going, but I also figured, I might not get this chance again. He was very nice, shook my hand, and said he was pretty sure we’d met before (??)… He must say that to all the girls.

It was a late night, so I must say thank you here to Ez. They’ll be out of the country soon (ha!), so you won’t have to worry too much about mid-week late nights for a while, at least. (wink wink)

February does it again

A little like last year did, this February has brought some melancholy times. I think I am dealing with them better because A) the weather has been sort of sunny the last few days, B) the major bad thing that has happened is very bad–but it’s not happening in conjunction with 15 other bad things, C) I can stop and breathe/get enough sleep/etc. because my job is manageable. Still, despite the wonderfulness of Ezra’s birthday and Valentine’s Day, February can be a tough month.

My friend Maureen, who I have known since 4th or 5th grade, had a little book of her poems published. They’re so wonderful!! Yay Maureen! You can order her book here. Amazon claims it’s not yet released, but I got my copy… I guess directly from the publisher.

Between the solemn days of February, the inspiration of seeing my friend’s work in print, and having a little time with my current job situation… I was driven to actually write something yesterday. I haven’t written much resembling poetry in the last few years. I’d write things here and there on random scraps of paper or in random notebooks, but this felt a little different. I like it–it helped/helps me to work through the things I am thinking and feeling and experiencing. But whether anyone will ever see it, or most of what I write, I can’t say. Maybe it’s enough that I write at all.

My Classmate!

Most of you reading this already know that one of my classmates from State College, Doug Sweetland, is an animator for Pixar. I just saw The Incredibles over the weekend and I loved it. It’s so cool to see his name go by in the credits. From what I remember of him and his art, the film definitely bears his mark! He was in lots of my classes, including art classes in high school. Wherever you are, Doug, it’s so great to see that you’re doing what it seems you always wanted to do… and doing it really well.

Couldn’t find that much about him on IMDB, but he has apparently won some very cool sounding awards. Not really surprising. Actually, surfing around, it looks like he is at the top of his field. Again, not really surprising. I’m so impressed!

Check out the film if you haven’t already.

My adventure

have been a little too overwhelmed by recent events to post my little
tale, but I’ve been home for a day or two now, so here goes!

Last Friday I trekked down to NY to visit my friend. We hung out
there on Friday and then on Saturday jumped in the car and drove up to
Montreal, where we stopped to have dinner with another mutual friend.
Much fondue was consumed. Then we got back in the car–rather late, but
oh well–and continued on to Ottawa. We arrived at about 2 AM. Though we
were tired, we decided to walk over to the concert venue just to check
it out. There were loads of drunk people spilling out of the clubs and
bars. After much walking around in circles, we found the entrance to
the venue. It didn’t look like much, I have to say! Here it is in

Capital Music Hall Ottawa

It’s apparent crappiness appealed to us–small general admission venues=good. We finally got to sleep around 3… or 4.

On Sunday we gathered ourselves together and prepped for a long day
of waiting and anticipating. It was already cool and misty in the
morning. The rain increased as the day wore on. We walked by the venue
just to see if there were any hardcore people already in line, but
finding none we headed across the street to this cute little tea place
to fortify ourselves.

The Tea Party

I had very hot veggie barley soup and a pressed veggie and goat
cheese sandwich-very tasty. I sampled a bit of my friend’s scone and we
were in pre-heaven. We grabbed some copies of a local rag that included
a short Interpol blurb and went back to check on the line.

As there was no one there, we started the line ourselves. Due to the
weather, we opted for cover on a loading dock platform. (To our
delight, people did in fact line up behind us later on.) No one came by
for quite some time, so we got to chat, watch a homeless guy root
through some dumpsters, and discuss our strategy.

Later in the day, two sweet young Canadian guys who didn’t have
tickets showed up and hung out with us. We listened to soundcheck with
them and generally grinned and acted ‘pol-fan-like. We were the only
people there for soundcheck and it sounded really good. They did PDA,
Not Even Jail, Evil, and a new song (!), which we later determined was
Pioneer. At times a guy propped open a door, so we could hear
everything crystal clear. Here’s me listening to soundcheck:

me at soundcheck

We asked our new friends to hold the line for us while we took one
last run to the hotel, and when we returned they told us that we’d
missed two other new songs at soundcheck, plus Carlos walking his dog.
Whoops. Well, I had to take my camera back to the hotel because it was
clear that I wouldn’t be able to get it into the venue with that big
lens. I bought a few disposable cameras (we’ll see if I got anything
with those.) By that time, a handful of people had joined us in the
line. The next couple of hours went by really quickly (with my friend
and I totally forgetting to EAT). Just before the doors opened, we ran
over to where the actual line was supposed to be, and we were the first
to get in. We got right up front, slightly to the right.

It was a long wait, and very chilly, so my friend and I had decided
to have a nip. (Yeah, there was some nip in that Diet Coke.) In the
venue, she sent me off to get rum and cokes. First, you probably know
that I don’t usually drink a lot of liquor. Second, as mentioned, we
hadn’t eaten since our late breakfast. Needless to say, I was feeling

Lynx and Ram were the opening band. I wanted to give them a chance,
but they were pretty terrible. Everyone standing around us was really
nice. We chatted with a Canadian girl and two French girls after the

Then Interpol took the stage and we were happy little revelers. They
sounded great, they looked great (although I could do without the
moustache, Carlos), and the new songs were all excellent. First up was
Pioneer, which reminds me a little of the old song Mascara. It’s sort
of downbeat, but has a good pace. The full setlist was as follows:

Obstacle 1
Say Hello to the Angels
Slow Hands
Leif Erikson
Heinrich Manuever
Not Even Jail
Length of Love

I want to hear Mammoth on record, because I don’t think I got a
strong enough impression of it that night. Heinrich Maneuver was fun,
and I suspect it was as poppy as they’re going to get on the new
record. Based on those three songs, it sounds like the new record will
be a little more downbeat and maybe a little more ambitious musically
than Antics was. As has been hinted elsewhere, it sounds like there’s
been a progression. I am VERY excited to hear the new record, but I’m
not expecting it to be released until at least July–maybe later.

Not Even Jail worked well as the closer for the main set, and though
many people don’t seem to like Length of Love, I always enjoy it live
and was glad to hear it. And of course Narc and Angels are live
favorites, and Leif is one of my favorite songs period. It was a pretty
great night.

After the show my friend zipped away to get to the merchandise
table. I hung around to see if I could get a pick and/or setlist, but I
didn’t have any luck this time. My friend and I finally reconnected in
the parking lot and just headed back to the hotel, knowing that we had
a long, possibly unpleasant (weather) drive the next day. We later
learned that there was some little afterparty or something. I’m a
little disappointed that we missed it, but I arrived home in one piece
with some very nice memories, so I can’t complain. There will be more
shows for me.