Depeche Mode, Sade and Silence

The Depeche Mode concert was a cathartic experience in an almost embarassing way. They aren't the most profound lyricists around, but there is no denying the force of 20,000 people screaming along to 'Somebody' when that was the ultimate lovesong for a 13 year old Anglophilic melodramatic fag such as myself. I kept yelping my phone number and address, but they never showed up chez moi... Martin Gore was wearing an awesome chicken-angel-mohawk hat that I loved. And to anyone who thinks that they are a poncy synth band, the truth is that they are more harsh and abrasive live than most guitar bands... so shut up. I got such chills during 'Enjoy the Silence' that my pubes have lost all their curl and bounce- forever.

Before the show, JR, Juk and myself had a drink. JR and I developed an elaborate story about Sade... I'll refer you to his post because it's too convoluted for me to relate right now and I'm tired.

Juk leaves in a bit, which is a bummer. I wish I had been less emotionally affected by current circumstances during his visit, but I know he understands. This is why Juk and I are friends after all these years. It is also such a comfortable friendship that when he visits, it feels like he's never left and that his being here is absolutely normal... he needs to move here.

I wish I had something witty to write, but I'm not in the mood. Give me a couple of days and I'll make you shit yourself laughing.