Regular K

I went to the Switchfoot concert with Angela today at the Commodore. Even though we showed up two hours before the doors opened, a large line had already formed ahead of us. Nevertheless, we managed to get a pretty good spot right at the stage, just a little left of the middle.

Lovedrug opened for them. I’d never heard of them before. They were okay, though their sound mix was such that you couldn’t really hear the lyrics. They must have fixed it during set change because Switchfoot sounded great.

During set change, this girl shoved to the stage and leaned against my back. Her crotch against my butt was really disconcerting, but I was too shocked to say anything. I couldn’t really move forward because I was pressed up against this fence thing and there wasn’t any space to move to either side, so I was pretty much trapped. Thankfully, she didn’t stay there too long, but elbowed her way to the stage right beside me. She kept trying to push me out of my spot, but I stood my ground. Eventually, she left because I wouldn’t budge. Yay!

For some reason, I was a little surprised to hear Company Car, even though I watched them practicing it in their latest podcast. Other than that song, they played songs exclusively from their latest two albums.

One of the first songs they performed was Happy Is A Yuppie Word, which I first heard at their last concert I went to, two years ago. “Happy Is A Yuppie Word” (40.6MB, QuickTime).

At one point, they sang a song they wrote “about Vancouver”. They probably use the same song for every city they go to, but still! It was cute. “Vancouver” (9.4MB, QuickTime).

Right after, they performed a new song called Awakening. “Awakening” (62.9MB, QuickTime).

I can’t remember how these songs fit in to the set:
“Lonely Nation” (24.7MB, QuickTime).
“Dare You To Move” (20.4MB, QuickTime).

It was fun to see them in concert, though I couldn’t help feeling really old in comparison to all the high school kids jumping up and down. If I’m already having my mid-life crisis, I’m gonna be gone in another twenty years.

I liked how they played three songs for their encore. But during the last song, this crabby old security guard lady made me delete the videos I took, making me miss the end of the concert. Because I took so many photos, she got frustrated going through them and was all, “Eh, just delete them yourself.” And, of course, I deleted them all.