i went to the delgados show last night by myself.  laura had to study for a test, troy ditched me rather callously, laura’s roommate had prior engagements, and anyone else who might have enjoyed the show that i know i meet in class and don’t have their phone numbers.  so, after hearing on an online radio show that the show should not be missed, i decided to go.

from the look of it, most people turned up for the two opening acts, ‘what made milwauke famous’ and ‘crooked fingers.’  the girl i met, i forget her name…maybe delaina…it was an odd name…had never heard of the delgados.  when they finally got onstage the room was about half empty.  this show was at emo’s, and every other time i’ve been at emo’s it’s been packed for the headlining act.

this didn’t seem to distract the band, which i really think is cool of them.  i’ve been to shows where everyone leaves when the band is playing, and they get all pouty and get off the stage as soon as possible to sulk backstage.  the delgados didn’t…even though there was not a huge group of fans, we were still loyal fans and the band seemed to really enjoy themselves.  they even came back for a brief encore.  the female singer is short, and her guitar sometimes looks too big for her when she’s rocking on it.  i can’t help myself, that’s so cute.  she really has a beautiful voice.

for the opening acts i was sitting on a car seat in the back, one of those big ones from a van, by myself, when delaina came up and sat by me.  then charlie came over, a very happy drunk who had an odd habit of staring at me for an awkward amount of time after he said something, which made me look away, then look back, and he was still staring at me.  we angered a guy bootlegging the show because he was blocking our view and we asked him to move.  he didn’t seem too happy about it.  sigh.  all these indie losers.  are these the people i have things in common with??

anyway, i hope that the leaving of  people doesn’t keep the delgados away…i want to see them every time they come through town, and you should too.

 
 as i parked and walked to the club a crackhead came up and told me he was a published author and poet, and then spliced several different poems randomly together and recited it for me…it wasn’t even all poetry.  i think he quoted some of the talking asshole from naked lunch in there somewhere.  i gave him a dollar to go away, and as he took the dollar he looked at my shirt, a neutral milk hotel shirt, and started talking about aboriginees.  i walked away and he danced off down the street, singing of australia and funny hats.