17 hours ago, I was having the time of my life at Florence + The Machine and The xx. I never would have expected that Florence would be making a trip to our sunny little island and bring along The xx.
So we abandoned our $88 seats and ran to the front of the stage, climbing over seats and expertly manovering our way so that we could get as close as possible. Tip-toeing and head bobbing and jumping and howling was how I would want to spend my Sunday night, and of course doing it in the company of my very awesome boyfriend (whom if not for him, I would not even have a chance to howl with Florence), boy with the glow-in-the-dark shirt, super enthused red-haired fan, the really glamourous girl who didn't break a sweat and the birthday boy.
The xx were really the epitome of cool. No audience interaction, just us watching in awe as they played in what seemed like an invisible glass tank and all of us just pressing our ugly faces as we watched them totally absorbed, making their music. Subtle smiles. Intro, Islands, Basic Space, Infinity, Crystalised, Fantasy, Shelter, Vcr, Night Time and then Oliver's epic drumming moment. Jizz-worthy.
More squeezing and screaming when Florence made her entrance. There's something about the red hair, leotard and bat-like outfit that drove the crowd wild. She sung like she was possessed and made friends with a polaroid, took a picture of the audience and kept it for herself and gave away her drumstick. I cannot fathom how anyone can do some kind of a Cherokee like howl and still come off as cute and sexy. She would sing and dance and come so near that you'd think she'll come and shake your hand, and then she dances away. I remember going 'Tease!'. My boy builds coffins, Hurricane Drunk, Rabbit Heart, Between Two Lungs, Drumming Song, Howl, Kiss With A Fist, You've Got The Love, Cosmic Love, Blinding, Hospital Beds, Ghosts, Dog Days Are Over. Pup gave me the guitar pick from the set that he managed to get and I think that ended the night pretty well.
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