I say this as an enormous and unrepentant Dresden Dolls fan, but I went to the show last night and it was a thoroughly unenjoyable experience.
I found "Club 608" just before 7, as one of the e-mails I got said that the show starts at 8. I didn't know exactly where it was so I gave myself plenty of time to find it. It was more like doors at 8:20 and show at 9:30. Which I guess is fine - it wasn't raining THAT hard. The "club" is cold and the floor is very uncomfortable (another e-mail I got said to bring a pillow to sit on. They aren't kidding). Palmer's backing band was called Estradasphere, who played all kinds of different genres of music and while they're great musicians, it isn't exactly my cup of tea, which is fine and all (I'm open to new experiences) but they played for 55 minutes - when your sitting down on a hard, cold, concrete floor and your ass is getting numb, an hour is an eternity. After they played it was about 10:30 and when they announced they'd take another 20 minute break before playing another set with Palmer, my ass and patience had had enough and I went home.
The worst part is that I was kicking myself for buying a ticket on Wednesday and missing Nick Hornby at the SPL. Had I known that the time Hornby was doing his reading I was standing in the rain (not for the whole time because there were two bars nearby) and sitting on cold, uncomfortable concrete. I could have easily gone to both. I would certainly be less bitter.
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ChrisB said on October 25, 2007:
I say this as an enormous and unrepentant Dresden Dolls fan, but I went to the show last night and it was a thoroughly unenjoyable experience.
I found "Club 608" just before 7, as one of the e-mails I got said that the show starts at 8. I didn't know exactly where it was so I gave myself plenty of time to find it. It was more like doors at 8:20 and show at 9:30. Which I guess is fine - it wasn't raining THAT hard. The "club" is cold and the floor is very uncomfortable (another e-mail I got said to bring a pillow to sit on. They aren't kidding). Palmer's backing band was called Estradasphere, who played all kinds of different genres of music and while they're great musicians, it isn't exactly my cup of tea, which is fine and all (I'm open to new experiences) but they played for 55 minutes - when your sitting down on a hard, cold, concrete floor and your ass is getting numb, an hour is an eternity. After they played it was about 10:30 and when they announced they'd take another 20 minute break before playing another set with Palmer, my ass and patience had had enough and I went home.
The worst part is that I was kicking myself for buying a ticket on Wednesday and missing Nick Hornby at the SPL. Had I known that the time Hornby was doing his reading I was standing in the rain (not for the whole time because there were two bars nearby) and sitting on cold, uncomfortable concrete. I could have easily gone to both. I would certainly be less bitter.