Franz Ferdinand, the band not the emperor

This photo is from the Death Cab For Cutie and Franz Ferdinand show I went to on Friday night. My Friend Elaine is a music critic and she was writing a review on the show for the Vancouver Sun...It's like the Toronto Star.....and I got to be her date. Death Cab For Cutie had a really great set, it looked like a sleepy village......Which is quite appropriate. I have a love hate relationship with that band. Some of their songs are really really good and other songs make me wonder if their balls will ever drop.

How pretty is that though?

Franz Ferdinand was really great live. I resisted liking them for at least two years now. I have a problem with people using historical political figures for cool factor. I swear, the next person I see wearing a t-shirt with an image of either Stalin or Mao on it I'll punch. I actually get hot behind my ears and my blood boils when I even think about how many people think it's cool to glorify tyrants that have killed tens of millions of innocent people. I was suspicious that the band Franz Ferdinand was capitalizing on WWI, but then I saw them live and I was like...I want to dance!
So I sat up in the press box (which sounds way more fancy then it was) and bobbed my head to the beat. Another thing I liked about this band is that their pants were skinny and tight! The lead singer wore red sox with black shoes and black pants! In this town men often wear clothes about two sizes too large....sigh...how long will it take us to teach them?

None of these photo's are that good, but it's all I got.

Dane lent Elaine his lap top so that she wouldn't have to rush home to write the review in time for her deadline, which incidentally was before the end of the show. So when we finally got it up and running we found out that the press box doesn't have an internet connection so she couldn't e-mail her review in. Half way through the Franz Ferdinand set she managed to make it to the promotions office to use their connection and I waited until the end of the show. The lights came on and the place cleared out and no Elaine. So I made my way out to where the plebs had to watch the show and found how to get backstage to the office. I walked passed tight pants who was talking to Nardwar....o.k, someone explain that guy to me! What is up with that?

I found the office but no Elaine. It seems we missed one another. I didn't have my cell phone on me and eventually we managed to find one another and she was feeling like this:

Apparently her review wasn't very good because the internet connection was failing and we don't have a writing program on that computer....just some kind of note pad thing that didn't want to work for her.

This is Elaine after seeing the photo of herself looking all deflated.

These are some amphibians made out of bread that I saw in a bakery window on the way home....surprise here's a sourdough turtle!