I have been remiss in my duties as purveyor of fine funny to the masses. In fact, I have bee doing this a lot, but it has been in person (gads!), to individuals, in real life, adn by “it” I mean many things that have nothignt o do with writing imn my blog.
My life has, actually, been a veritable cornucopia of craziness. It mostly started last week with my going to the Justice concert, sponsored by that bastion of social networking, Myspace. For those of you who do not know, Justice is a group from France (I know, I know… bear with me) that plays a kind of Techno-Punk house-ish music. Like this:
Now that you have been introduced, let me tell you about something that I did not know, and am thus assuming that you don’t know either: the French are blind.
Or at least their musicians are.
It’s true! I gathered this useful tidbit of information through the fact that these people brought enough candlepower to light up a pro-football arena with highly choreographed, rapidly moving, heavily strobing light. There was enough lighting in this venue to sear the retinas of even the most hardened party-goer, all while inducing seizures in Japanese children in Japan. One can only imagine the shafts of pulsing white light blasting out of the windows of the Roseland Theater etching shadows of walkers-by onto the buildings across the street and surprising those who could not hear the thrumming bass two blocks away (though this is not really a fair statement, since I have been told that career partiers are keenly attuned to the faint sound of distant bass).
So I guess the point, newly beleaguered, is that the show was overly bright and could have used about half as much of the “fun” as they brought. Other than that, it was fun.
Justice, meh.