Sometimes the acts before the main event are lame. I don't think anyone was expecting an unknown rapper from New York who didn't know all the lyrics he'd written to his new songs therefore needing to reference his notebook...pretty whack. We waited. And waited. And waited through the horrible lyrics until Ratatat finally took stage and the place erupted - so did the smell of illicit drugs. The security guard even came up to Eric and asked if he was smoking...ha ha, no, think they're that-a-way.
Ratatat put on a great show...and we got some awesome people watching in too! I will say the images they had projected on the screen of upside down eyeballs and lips were a little weird.
P.S.Leila officially got on all fours and started crawling...no more broken legs/army crawl for her!!!
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