Confessions Of A Xeroxed Teen

I went to see Kaiser Chiefs last night. I know. You try to appear all alternative and then you go and do something like that. Oh well. I like Kaiser Chiefs. Five lads with guitars. Shocking.
But I had a pretty good time, despite them being the most average band I like. The crowd was the biggest I've seen so far, and everyone was squashed like sardines in a can. I was about three people from the front, sadly stood next to two Irish girls who were blind drunk and I ended up holding them up until Mystery Jets came on, at which point I gave them a shove and never saw them again. I really enjoyed their set, though I have to say I miss Henry. They played a new song which made me really excited about their new material called "Hideaway".
With the Kaiser Chiefs being so big it was really great seeing everyone yelling the lyrics in way of the stage and everyone bouncing about. I've been to too many gigs where the most movement was people shuffling around and maybe mumbling the lyrics to the most well-known song. So yeah, that was pretty cool to be in that kind of atmosphere. And I didn't get kicked in the head! Oh what fun.

My computer is back. It was waiting for me outside my back door in a very heavy red box when I got home, and the people across the road were laughing at me while I tried to get it inside. In the rain. Thankyou.
It's been very weird not having it. I felt like I had nothing to do, it is so lame that when something like a COMPUTER goes missing you feel lack of purpose. And now I have got it back I can't remember why I missed it.
Well then what has happened. Sod all. I have sat at home making loops on my keyboard and that is basically all.
Oh, I tell a lie - I saw Patrick Wolf on a sunday that occured...sometime. In November. The 25th. But I don't know how many days/weeks ago that was. In the time it took to type that I probably could have worked that out and told you. Oh well. But yeah - Patrick Wolf at The Lowry (that place has such a bizarre colour scheme - the theatre I was in was all pink). It was amazing, and I got completely crushed in the mosh pit...yes I am lying through my teeth (or fingers). It was brilliant, but not in the way that everyone was dancing and attempting a stage invasion to pull out his hair and steal his violin. I was well aware it would be "acoustic, reflective and quiet" (myspace), but that suited me fine. It was a really beautiful set, and if I carry on describing it the whole thing will sound all soppy and pathetic. But yeah, fantastic.
This is probably going to sound very bizarre, but I always get post-gig depression. Seriously, once a gig is over I get really upset, but not in the "noooo it cant be over do an encore" way, in the "oooh I have nothing fun going on and I have nothing to look forward to now it's over and I can never get it back" way.

Grim.