Music is my boyfriend

I have been toying with the idea of doing a little writing exercise/experiment wherein I post in the style of my favorite blogs. I could do a Go Fug Yourself homage, recap a show à la TWoP, or impersonate a pretentious music critic using a Pitchfork thesaurus. Maybe it will be a once in a while thing, just to stretch and for god's sake talk about something other than my own goddamned life. Or! I could experiment with style and tone while talking about my own goddamned life!

I thought I'd start out with a concert review, but there really isn't much to say about the

Coldplay concert. They played against backing tracks. Can anything more be said? I am as big a fan of indie electronica/dance/new new wave whathaveyou as the next hipster-lite but when every performer on stage is waiting for the string solo that is coming out of the speakers to be over before playing their instruments again then I have a problem. If you are going to write sweeping, romantic über-anthems, Mr Gwyneth, then you need to tour with a couple violinists, yea?

That said, when the crowd swelled with the "waaaaooooo oh oh" on "Viva La Vida" I was definitely singing along. Indeed, I sang along with all the songs I knew. And when Chris introduced "The Scientist" with a little self-effacement ("Thanks for coming out to see an aging British pop rock band when there's lots of good TV on and strip clubs to go to. This is what we call, ahem, a ballad.") I could somewhat forgive the use of Liberty Leading the People (projected on an enormous screen) as their backdrop. What does that even mean??

In my fantasy future life in New York I'm going to see live music all the time. I'm getting out of the house every night, at least until Winter gets into full swing. I'm going to trivia nights, and laptop wars-type stuff, and obscure film festivals, and free nights at the museum, and good and weird theatre of all kinds. I'm also going to cook more and join a team (it will not involve frisbee or kickball) and really nest and plug in and have my whole life in one place.

All this happy excitement starts with the household. Wish Xin luck with the apartment-hunting this weekend!