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Show Review - The 1975 + Post Numero 100!

This is my 100th post!!
And, in true fashion, it's being written weeks after the event took place. 
Life happens, people. I need you to understand how crazy things have been for me lately. You might say, "Well, how will I know unless you write about it?" and to that I would have to say...touche. 

Many moons ago I went to The Fonda Theatre for the very first time to see +The 1975

The Fonda is a really swank venue. There is a rooftop bar that came highly recommended and then we discovered it was slightly overhyped. But the view of Hollywood from the roof was lovely and the drinks weren't bad. The artwork on the walls was perplexing, but made for great conversation. Inside the theatre are more menacing murals. Our seats were up in the balcony. We befriended a lady working the door who told us we could sit in one of the couches up front. 

That would have been cool if the people up there had actually left room for us. It wasn't long before security, more security, and then the venue manager came to kick us to the back. 
From there we couldn't see ANYTHING and things were looking dismal. Just as we'd resolved to listen to the show from the back bar, a lady came through with wristbands to go downstairs. So we left the crowded balcony and went downstairs where it was so easy to see and there was plenty of room to dance. 

+The 1975 show was a lot of fun. They haven't yet reached the point where they experiment with their tracks at live shows, I guess, because everything sounded pretty much like the album cuts. The only veering they did was some jamming at the end of a few songs. Don't get me wrong, I love a good jam. But I can't wait till these guys dare to play something acoustic or give the audience a treat by playing a song differently than what any guy on the street can buy at Target. Or iTunes. Or wherever the kids are getting music these days. 
Their accents are cute as buttons and they're not hard to look at, so I ain't complainin'. A couple we were standing next to were trying to take a selfie. I asked if I could help and the guy goes: "No, it's going to be rubbish anyway" and I super-swooned over the utter British of it all. 



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