At this point in the week, it’s time for me to break away from female centric music. I am a gay man after all. And nothing impresses me more than a cute boy with a guitar. I’ve been obsessed with The 1975 for over a year now. (Yes, you probably get it by now. I don’t have natural levels of interests in things. I’m obsessive.) During my adventures last SX, I kept missing all the shows the 1975 were scheduled to play at. It was one of my biggest regrets of the week.
For weeks, I cradled my iPhone and played their EP while crying in the shower. Oh, of course I’m not being serious. My iPhone wouldn’t have worked in the shower.
Anyway, I was ecstatic to finally see them this year. While waiting for the band to go on, I awkwardly tried to stretch, even though the crowd was pretty tight. I accidentally bumped this guy behind me really hard and I could tell it annoyed him when he scoffed loudly. When the 1975 came on, I turned and realized it was another gay who was queening out and knew the words to every song. I thought I’d make it up to him by dancing and singing along like we were best friends. Of course that creeped him out and he immediately turned away from me. Probably a warning that if you’re next to me at a show, I’ll try to make friends with you.
Anyway, aside from great songs about casual sex and longing for someone you’ll never have (weird, not sure why I identify with that?) the 1975 are one of those bands that seem to have effortless rock star swagger. And I should know. Because I hung out with them.
We’re like best friends now. And you should like my best friends. K Thanks.