Pics: I skilfully capture the lead-singer playing keyboards and then clearing his throat. I went with my mate Richie to see Yeasayer play in Whelan’s, Dublin last night. It was good fun...(Before the gig)Me: There was a bloke in the toilets leaning forward with his head against the wall, having a piss. When he finished, he went straight to the hand dryer. Richie: He didn’t wash first?Me: Why wash when you can dry? More economical. Oh, there he is.(Drunk guy wobbles past. )(We spot a sticker for Legalising Cannabis which has the slogan “Get up. Stand up”)Me: Highly unlikely after a few smokes.R: It should be, “play Bob Marley, order pizza.” I don’t seen many turning up for that rally. (During the student-y support band)R (sings along): “I live in a bedsit, do you live in a bedsit, too?” (We abscond to the furthest corner of the venue)(Guy we know spots us. Thinks I’m committing the cardinal sin for an Irishman.)Guy: Are you drinking water?Me: Jesus Christ. Everybody asks me that! It’s pear cider! Guy: Is it?Me: Taste it if you don’t believe me!(Yeasayer take the stage)Me: I thought the singer would have longer hair.R: No, I saw them on Jools Holland. I knew he had short hair. Me: You could have warned me. (After first song)Me: It sounds . . . 80s. Like the music from Lost Boys. (Girlfriend) Jill knew that from listening to the record. I missed it completely. She was right, I was wrong. Don't tell her.Richie (reverie): Ah. Lost Boys. (Mid gig)Me: That’s not on the album.Richie: No, it is.Me: It doesn’t sound like it. Richie: It is. I was listening to it today. When's the last time you listened to it?Me: January.Richie: There you go, then.(Afterwards in the bar)Me: They were good. But the crowd didn’t know what to make of them. Are they hippies, rockers, New Wavers, or what?R: The problem was, the people in the crowd didn’t know if they themselves were hippies, rockers, or New Wavers...(We’re approached by a Brazen Young Hussy)BYH (to Richie): Can I have your seat? My feet are killing me.Richie (spluttering with outrage): You’re asking me to . . . vacate my seat... !Me (to BYH): I think the answer is no.(She turns on her heels and leaves)Me: Some balls!Richie: My mistake was catching her eye earlier.Me: Never catch the eye of a woman again!(Text from the Girlfriend at home)Jill: I bought us all some beers!Me: Good girl yourself!
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