So we went to see weezer on tue night.

the concert was at the brixton academy, and i was encouraged as we went in to see a decent sprinkling of the over-30s. before their modest fame, they were a college band, therefore, to my mind, if you aren’t actually old enough to have *been* to college yet, you should not be allowed to purchase concert tickets. but that’s just the grumpy curmudgeon in me talking.

the opening act was a canadian duo called teegan and sara. back when i was in boston, i used to hear them on my indie/folk morning radio station all the time, and *HATED* them. I found incredibly whiney and annoying. I am please to report that they appear to have matured quite a bit, and grown a few guitar riffs, and are (grudgingly) … not bad.

i adore weezer. i think they’re creative and playful and rockin’. so I was really looking forward to this concert. and the band delivered. they played most of the old faves, and a pleasant number of new songs. they played my all time favourite “say it ain’t so”, and my standby “i want a girl who laughs for no one else”. they skipped my other two songs (”Dope Nose” and El Scorcho”, which I was heartily disappointed in, since i’d practiced singing “I’ll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon!” at the top of my lungs all around the house). But it was hard to be upset. They sounded great, looked great (good god rivers cuomo is cute!), and put out a lot of energy.

but a few songs in, i observed something very curious – no one in the crowd was dancing. not only were they not dancing, they were *standing still*. everyone in the place was stock-still like a statue, with the exception of me and the wierdo chick in front of me (and what she was doing could not properly be called dancing, but more along the lines of full-body electroshock spasm.) I couldn’t get over it. the only time they did not have all the animation of lumps of clay, was when the band played “island in the sun” (imo, their *worst* song) but clearly all these people had paid nearly £30 a ticket just to hear this, because they began listlessly waving their fists in the air. even the encore applause was half-assed, and nearly petered out before the band came back on stage. what a bunch of sad wankers – it really put a damper on my enjoyment.

and now I read today that weezer and the foo fighters are touring together. *in the u.s.* why, god, why?

in other strange observations: there’s this girl I see on the tube fairly frequently. I leave my house at exactly 8:12, and stand at the same spot on the platform every day. she must do the same, since i see her about 2-3 times a week.

it’s odd enough that i see this stranger regularly enough to know her habits (and, by extension, she mine). but the wierdest bit is that every single time i see her, she is wearing the exact same outfit, without fail. olive shirt, black pants, black heels. and by the same oufit, i mean that she is wearing the exact same clothes every day. sometimes i see her a few days in a row, sometimes it’s several days in between. every time. the exact. same. thing.

i can’t figure out what her deal is. it’s not a uniform – it’s office style dress. and surely unless she works at a different place every single day (my original theory being that she was a temp who only had one suitable outfit), people must notice. and when does she wash them? and how is she not embarrassed and humiliated by the multitude of fashion faux pas she’s committed? not only is it the same exact outfit, but it’s not even a *nice* outfit at that. is she a superhero? or some sort of spy? maybe she’s spying on me?

one of these days, i am going to have to give in to the overwhelming temptation to ditch work and follow her to see where she goes. because this has been going on for months now, and i’m beginning to lose sleep. it’s a puzzlement, and i *must know*. i feel compelled to stalk her and unravel the mystery, and i’m fairly certain that no jury in the world would convict me.

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