January 30, 2008

Last Sunday saw Me First and The Gimme Gimmes swagger into town, clad in matching cowboy shirts and dirty, dirty handlebar mos. As anticipated, the range of peeps in attendance was more diverse than a pack of Allens Party Favourites, which always provides a highly entertaining opportunity to people-watch. Amongst a crowd packed tighter than a post-gig rollie (I am KILLING the similes today!!!) I had nestled myself amongst one rather enthused young couple who I had decided, probably didn’t frequent the Corner Hotel very often. Their comments on the Me First lads “God, I think the singer’s a bit drunk!?”, and their music “Golly, it’s making my ears ring” were almost more entertaining than the show itself. But it was the young man’s reaction to a random shitkicker tossing a full can of bourbon into a packed crowd that took the cake. ‘THAT’S DISGUSTING’, he yelped, patting a few stray drops from his love’s forehead, before retrieving the can from the ground, turning sharply and piffing it like a dart through the crowd. Fellow punters parted ways as though under the miraculous persuasion of Moses himself, effectively guiding the can straight to the perpetrators forehead with a dull, tinny thud. Needless to say, the joy I felt at this precise moment far overcame anything Me First could dish out that night and perhaps anything I may ever experience for the duration of my life.