Well I am all funked out, kiddies. I went to see Jamiroquai last night and I danced like a loon. Jamiroquai's debut album was the 2nd album I ever bought. The first was Lenny Kravitz Are You Gonna Go My Way. Hey, I was 15 and clearly going through my Artists Who Bastardise Old School Stuff phase.
Anyway, I never got into their other albums quite like I did that funky first one, it all got so samey. But I bought the concert tickets when drunk and thought why the hell not, how often do we get a decent show in Canberra, and I'll get to hear a couple of tunes from that first album. They didn't play a single bloody song from it.
Nevertheless, it's impossible not to get into a show when you're three rows from the front. That Jay Kay with all his stupid hats and crazy moves is a cute little monkey close up. I would like to know what drugs he was taking, such was his endless energy throughout. He'd belt out a song pitch-perfect then just dance madly for a good ten minutes, scampering on top of the speakers, swishing across the stage. It didn't really feel like a concert, it just felt like a big party.
We were crammed in like sardines in the front rows, it was ridiculously sweaty and crazy. I continue to be amazed by the energy of Canberrans at concerts. When I make the trek to Sydney the crowds seem more subdued, a little cynical and harder to impress. But here in Canberra it seems everyone is so grateful that somebody actually bothered to show up here, that we go insane. It was the same with the Powderfinger show last year. Completely different from Jamiroquai but the same manic energy and roaring cheers.
One thing that bugged me though. Short people. Now don't bloody fire me angry emails if you're short, calling me a Short-ist, a smug tall bitch, whatever. This is purely in the context of a mosh-pit type situation. This snippy shortarse behind me last night who arrived late, very rudely poked me in the back and asked could my mate Jenny (5'10") and I let her through because we were tall and she was short and wanted to get closer to the front.
We refused. Why? Because I got there early and bloody waited for the doors to open then I raced over to get a good spot, as did the people in front of me. I don't care if you're Michael Jordan or a goddamn midget, if you want to be up the front you bloody get there early and FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT for the front, orright? Thank you.