Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Franz Ferdinand Recap
Last night co-worker Erin and I braved the cold for the three-block walk over to the Fuse TV studios. We were both stoked to go check out Franz Ferdinand, not to mention have our way with the open bar.
I love press events. There's free food, booze and meeting up with other journos. Last night I bumped into Nicole, a seasoned rock writer with a flair for sparkly clothing. We boozed and schmoozed before we were all dragged back outside to watch The Ferd smash a bottle of Scotch (...because they're Scottish...) against the new facade of the Fuse buiding. Great, just great.
Finally, the show. There were only about 100 or so people there, so Erin and I got a great spot on a wooden block next to some chick from US Weekly. Then Erin pointed out that right next to her was Ivanka Trump. Ivanka was pretty, slim, although puffy in the face like her poppa, The Donald. Anyway, she soon moved to another block closer to the stage, where halfway through the show I saw her really rocking out, Joan Jett style.
I could hardly blame her, there was plenty to rock out to. The Ferd was, as usual, awesome. Alex Kapranos is one hell of a front man, charming and flirting with the ladies in the front row. Erin pointed out that she thinks Kapranos kind of looks like Miranda from "Sex and the City." (ohnoshedidn't!)
They played for about half an hour and then disappeared to some undisclosed location within the building. Then Erin and I got pizza, which was a mistake for me being that I'm lactose intolerant. Whaddaya gonna do?
