I was quite a late adopter myself, by some standards - the first couple of tracks I heard I didn't really get, and it wasn't until cappuccino_kid persevered (taping me the original 'Christmas is Cancelled' alongside Vichy's cover, plus 'Giddy Stratospheres') that I was converted. Certainly I missed all the chances I could have had for seeing the early 'I was there' gigs.
I know what you mean about feeling out of place at shows - it's why I've not seen Los Campesinos! yet, for starters. And even company is no guarantee; when I went to see Patrick Wolf in December, one of our party had History with Wolf, and yet I still felt massively out of place, having apparently wandered into the set of Skins' goth spin-off. But the two Blondes shows I've attended in London have been odd for how few Blondes wannabes I've spotted. A handful, sure, but even aside from the t-shirt observation Jamie notes, the crowds seem to have more Kate-fanciers than Kate-emulators. Which apart from anything else bugs me for purely selfish reasons, just like the reverse situation obtaining at Momus shows, where there were always far more men who wanted to be him than the sort of girls one hopes would be fascinated with men like him.
The new album is worth a listen, certainly; I don't like it as much as the first, but I'd much rather they made this step to somewhere new than become derivative of themselves.
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Date: 2008-04-23 10:16 pm (UTC)I know what you mean about feeling out of place at shows - it's why I've not seen Los Campesinos! yet, for starters. And even company is no guarantee; when I went to see Patrick Wolf in December, one of our party had History with Wolf, and yet I still felt massively out of place, having apparently wandered into the set of Skins' goth spin-off. But the two Blondes shows I've attended in London have been odd for how few Blondes wannabes I've spotted. A handful, sure, but even aside from the t-shirt observation Jamie notes, the crowds seem to have more Kate-fanciers than Kate-emulators. Which apart from anything else bugs me for purely selfish reasons, just like the reverse situation obtaining at Momus shows, where there were always far more men who wanted to be him than the sort of girls one hopes would be fascinated with men like him.
The new album is worth a listen, certainly; I don't like it as much as the first, but I'd much rather they made this step to somewhere new than become derivative of themselves.