Friday, April 29, 2005

Sleeping Is A Given
Loosen up a bit. Everything's going to be ok. Everything's going to be alright. Or something like that.

And on the seventh day we can only hope they rested. Because then it's off to Coachella. And England. Then the Netherlands, Belgium, France, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, Spain, Washington, California and Japan. Followed by Reading and Leeds. Seriously.

Tonight was, in every way, the last of the first leg - our beloved champions stumbling, then sprinting toward the finish line before collapsing into our arms (literally, if reports from the pit are to be believed). It wasn't so much about matching their best time or setting new records, as much as reaching the end. Making sure there was nothing left to offer. The house lights were a white flag. (Mix your metaphors much? - ed.)

P.S. If this were our Britpop. And Arcade Fire were our Oasis. Then would these last nights be like our Knebworth?

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