
Not knowing music, and certainly not knowing M83, here are my thoughts on Saturday night’s performance…
* I tried to take a picture of the hall. I was quickly instructed by an eager, young usher that flash photography was not permitted. I asked if I could turn my flash off. He said no, all photography was prohibited. Um, get it straight usher kid! You’ve now proven yourself a liar. And me a sad, photo-less guest. Which is a real lose-lose situation.
* I went to the bathroom and took this picture in defiance. Take that Frank Gehry and your team of snot-nosed ushers!
* The music made me think of ecstasy.
* I wonder how many people in the audience were on ecstasy.
* I wonder if Anthony Gonzales was on ecstasy.
* Anthony Gonzales gyrated with those flashing machines like I only do in my bathroom when no one’s watching and the radio’s on really loud. Hmmm, maybe he was on ecstasy.
* Adrien Grenier was there. If Adrien Grenier likes M83, maybe I shouldn’t like M83??
* When M83 left the stage after Part 1 and the LA Phil, led by conductor Julian Kuerti, came on, I am pretty sure I heard someone shout ‘yay, real music!’ This is some ignorant sh+t. Even I know that.
* Here is a video of the last song of the evening, which was my favorite. Apparently someone managed to sneak a recording device past the nazi ushers. Enjoy.
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