Friday, August 08, 2008
:bloc party anniversary:
(I look like such a goon in this picture, but Rachael looks cool. This is us on the plane.)
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A year ago today me and my friend Rachael briefly abandoned familial responsibilities and daily concerns and jumped on a plane to Auckland for 48 hours of adventure and English Indie-Pop bliss! We packed SO MUCH into our brief sojourn - we cafe-hopped, we shopped, we ate good food, we walked and walked and walked, we had weird Jim-Jarmusch-movie-like conversations with strangers - an Indian taxi-driver, an Iraqui Refugee working in a kebab shop, German tourists, a young guy with a piercing through the back of his neck....
AND we saw Kele from Bloc Party on Queen Street. (Not that I’m the type of person to get flustered by famous people...oh no...except that I’m fibbing because I nearly had a heart-attack when we spotted him. How lame is that? 30-something mother of two gets all flummoxed at the sight of a 20-something pop-star. Heh.)
(Bloc Party Poster outside Real Groovy Records.)
AND the gig was incredible. Indescribably cool, unforgettable.
(Cameras were banned, but I snuck this picture of the stage when we first got in to the venue. Once the music started, though, I was too excited to remember to try and take dodgy photos.)
And there were so many reasons we shouldn’t have gone - like our kids and our jobs and our bank balances - and it was quite difficult to organise, and I’d been really ill with ‘flu leading up to the date and was still deaf and dizzy when we went (which is probably why the whole trip has an aura of the surreal for me) but man - I’m so happy we did it.
It was awesome. Adventures are invigorating. I recommend them!
