desire be, desire go

Last night my friend and I trifled away our evening divulging in Cameron Crowe's 'Almost Famous'. Although my favourite scene is the obvious, the-singing-Tiny-Dancer-brought-us-all-back-together-again, we longed to be involved in the mosh scene of one of Stillwater's arena shows. We thought that we'd have to wait a couple of months, and spent $80 to see a band that would warrant the jump, squash and bump of the mosh, but we only had to wait less than 24 hours. All year we have only really attended gigs in Melbourne where everyone is too cool to do anything but nod and cross their arms. Or I have dragged my friends along to gigs like this, so it was my turn to be a courteous young lady and attend a gig of my friends choosing. Last time was saw Tame Impala a little light bopping occurred, but Tame Impala at the Corner Hotel tonight was an insane contradiction of this. Granted, they are slightly more mainstream than the bands we generally see, but their laid-back retrograde psych rock didn't seem it would be the place to get vigorously jumpy. I was wrong, the crowd was going fairly nuts for such a small time band, even causing the lead singer, Kevin Parker to lavish the crowd in praise for their performance. After losing my shoe, and regaining it (luckily) moments later; I retreated to the side of stage (not to the actual side of stage, rather to the left of the crowd) for the last two songs. I feel sorry for my feet, but it was worth it to have a little Stillwater moment whilst it was still fresh on my things to do list.