Cold War Kids played a hometown gig last night at Spaceland (sort of, I suppose if it were really a hometown gig, it would have been at Alex's Bar in Long Beach). Ivan and I were there. This is an actual note in my notebook.
OMG! I saw someone blogging from his Blackberry!
That's really all I have to say about the show right now. Let's get to the fight.
Yes, kids, a live and bloody indie rock brawl in the midst of Spaceland. I thought I overheard someone say that it started because someone was talking during the show. (I must have heard wrong as talking through performances is just the L.A. way.) Ivan and I were waiting for my car, which took about a half-hour thanks to my getting there early (it was parked dead center in the lot) and said brawl. We actually witnessed the stool fly out of Spaceland's door before five or six people stumbled, rolled and/or flipped over said stool. Then a larger crowd of people somehow associated with the fight walked out and started going on and on and on about said fight and who started it and blah blah blah. Okay, bar fights are common. So are altercations at concerts. However, it is rare indeed that one will encounter a mess of beard rockers and haircut wielders getting into it as piano jams loom in the background.