It was oddly hot inside the mainstage area of Spaceland last night. Perhaps not so oddly hot considering this "heat wave" that's lasting far to long to be a wave and seems more likely to be the shit we're stuck with until October. In the smoking area, though, it was relatively cool. My sister and I sat there for a while chatting up Jim, who is one of the best people you can chat up at a show. He has stories and I guess so do we, so the conversation on terrible shows we attended ran on for a good while. Eventually, though, Nine Black Alps hit the stage and we had to venture into the main room.
Also unexpected was the size of the crowd. It wasn't packed. There were definitely people there, but we could still move around pretty freely, which I don't think I've ever done at Spaceland before. Stile, it was hot in that main room and midway through "Cosmopolitan" (odd that the band opened with The Hit as well), Sam Forrest's hair (a might awesome head of hair too, Alex and I decided) was all clumped together with sweat. As the show progressed, the wet charcoal splotches gradually spread across his light gray t-shir. I swear that sweat is as contagious as a yawn because, while watching this, I grew more uncomfortable, eventually taking off the jacket that I was wearing to try and cover up my Warped Tour battle wounds (my arms are peeling, it's pretty nasty). The band looked to be having fun though and the set was excellent, a tight mix of hard rock and guitar pop that reminded me at times of Teenage Fanclub.
Anyhow, since we're on the subject of late night sweatpits, here's your reminder for tonight.