Neon Bible Dipping

One of my two Arcade Fire show buddies ditched me last-minute, so I had to call someone else, who happened to be really sick, and told her if she'd like to go we could be by to get her in ten minutes.I bought tickets for the night of my school's prom on purpose, so I could know I was having a more amazing time than everyone there. The opener was Electrelane, whom I remember deleting from my iTunes a while back. They're better than I thought, though - they sound like falling asleep listening to the Strokes (which I've done, more than once).The Arcade Fire played every song from Neon Bible except the title track and "Windowsill", plus "Haiti" and "In The Backseat". Towards the end they played Neighborhoods 1 and 3 (3 after someone yelled, "PUUUUUROWWWT!"), and the offical last song was my favorite, "Rebellion".The Chicago Theatre is beautiful and classy and does not look like a place to hold a rock concert. The largest number of projected Neon Bibles at any time was, I believe, eight. A fake set of organ pipes hung upstage right (that's back left from the audience's perspective), apparently to make you feel like you were in church. If there's symbolism to projecting the Neon Bible in the space where many churches have a cross or a stained-glass Jesus, I haven't really figured it out yet.One thing I did think about in hours of staring at the Bible was that it looks more than anything like a book falling out of the sky with its pages flapping open. Another is that Régine's voice is really incredible and while I love her back-up, especially "(Antichrist Television Blues)", I don't really like listening to her sing lead. One more is that there are more religious references in songs from Funeral than I'd ever noticed before.For the encore ("My Body Is A Cage" and "Laika"), they brought out a wooden cutout of a man dressed like Win, while the real Win sat farther back. Where the cutout was standing he looked like the preacher; again, I'm a little blurry about the symbolism. Neon Bible was orginally the title of a book, and I mean to read it it.I'm much better writing about emotions than events, but the show was fab and my t-shirt looks good with my purple brocade pants. I'm a little stunned that it's May 21 and school is over in two weeks; the nineteeth has been the only day I've looked forward to for months.The biggest ironic twist is that Sunday morning, before I'd even gotten up, my parents offered me $500 to go to evangelical camp for five days in June. Scare your son, scare your daughter.