The weekend started off kind of normal, ended in a weird hipster wedding kind of way.
I'm not sorry though...
I started things off with having dinner with my best friend. That turned into a four hour laughing fit. Thanks T!
Then I went on a shopping spree in Antwerp.
Hey Lady, I don't know who you are, but I'm gonna call you "The One With The Hardcore Jacket".
Big Family lunch.
The lil' one instructing her very patient godfathers on how to behave when on a trampoline.
(They had to stand still on the red circle during the entire lecture...)
Like these grown ass dudes need any teaching.
LGF & I have the most awesome brothers...
I shared a plate of 'Zarzuela' and it's about the best seafood dish I ever had (thanks for the tip mom)
Then off to see Dan Deacon & The Ensemble at Botanique
This band is called Adventure.
I agree with Dazed & Confused : "Wildly eccentric, if Mozart was alive today, this is what he'd sound like."
And it made me feel like I was at a Flight Of The Conchords house warming party.
Ooh, I loved Future Islands. The singer obviously had a huge Jack Black fetish, but with that voice, those dance moves and lyrics, he can get away with it, too.
I enjoyed it, so I support it. Bought their 7" called Feathers & Hallways.
The singer came over to the merchandise booth and "woohoow"d at me while I paid. I forgot to ask him if he wanted to perform "The Happiness of Being Twice" at my wedding. Fantastic song.
LGF bought Dan Deacon's "Bromst". Look at the above-picture, that's how the show ended. Two hundred people doing a sort of hipster line dance.
So after the break we went back and my god how I did not know what I had gotten myself into.
I trust LGF. When he goes : "hon, you gotta come see this", I listen. He knows his stuff.
But he also knows I hate crowd-participation.
For example at hip hop concerts when you say "hip", I say "fuck off".
And now this was happening (that's LGF in the checkered shirt btw. Sorry babes, payback)
Then everybody had to go stand in a circle and one guy in the middle (Dan Deacon named him "The Brave One". Brave/Insane. Tomato/Tomato) had to come up with moves that we had to imitate. Thank god the booze was kicking in by then. Because see, if everybody kneels down and you're just standing there, you basically look like a jerk and with this kind of crowd who knows what might happen.
And then there was a big dance-off. Community centre-style.
But I have to admit. The music was banging.
There's like twenty people on stage making great beats and sometimes it felt like the whole sound scape was going to drone my brain out of my skull. Which I found to be very relaxing.
Perfect end of the weekend.
