Free Music Sounds Better

Interpol at Radio City Music Hall

From the mezzanine, Dana & I watched silhouettes losing themselves on a colossal stage, but witnessed a sound that swallowed the auditorium’s every inch. Everyone sat next to a song. I chose to saddle up next to Specialist, the first encore, sitting breathless until the bass progression toward the end. After which, in poor form, I pumped my fist in the air like I had just won the three-legged race on field day. I was at radio city; I lost myself in the velvet seat cushions and billowing upholstery; my decorum followed.

We missed the intimacy we experienced at smaller venues previously this year, but one can not complain about a free show without sounding bawdy. I’m not complaining, nor am I bawdy (I don’t think). The band grew in the venue’s enormity, introducing choreographed lighting and increasing fog machine production. In the lights, oversize Interpol shadow puppets played against the wall. It was delightfully hypnotic.

Post show we headed to Brooklyn on what Dana cleverly referred to as the Interpol Express, otherwise known as the F train. We followed a mysterious, delicious food scent toward a hipster packed subway car, vowing to raid the refrigerator when we returned our homes respectively.

A small box of Ritz Bits later I went to sleep and dreamed about Interpol shadow puppets.