Sheppard Concert at the Borderline, London

As soon as I arrived from Majorca yesterday, (after waiting in a massive queue to get back over the border and taking the Stansted Express and the tube), I had just enough to time to nip into my flat and drop of my luggage, change into appropriately hipster clothes (or at least attempt to), and get back on the tube to visit the Borderline for the Sheppard concert.

So, here's a brief background on Sheppard for those of you who don't share my good taste in indie/alternative music: they're a relatively new band from Australia made up of three siblings plus three. Their first album was just released on American iTunes, but is not out in the UK yet. I still have American iTunes so that was handy.

If you've heard anything by them, it is probably their single, "Geronimo." Shortly after I booked the tickets, I was on the super long coach ride between Rome and Venice (see my post about Spontaneous Adventures in Italian Cities) and fell asleep and had a dream that I was in their music video. If you haven't seen it, watch the video first (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UL_EXAyGCkw) and then read on. In my dream, I was one of the backup people with cardboard swords, but then we were in a real life Night at the Museum situation and dinosaurs and Neanderthals came to life and I had to fight them off with my cardboard sword. But, anyway, on to the concert.

Either I'm still a relative concert newbie or I just attract interesting situations or both. At one point, I reached into my purse, removed my phone to check the time, and the girl beside me said, "Do you have my phone?" In moment of confusion, I showed her my phone and she found her phone right after. She was really apologetic and said, "I couldn't find my phone and saw you reaching into your purse. I can't believe I just accused you of that, I'm so sorry!" I've never been accused of being a pick pocket before! I thought it was funny right after the fact.

After this incident, I was standing near the wall with a good view of the stage with my flat mate. Some guy wearing a very anti-American shirt (a New York cityscape with a black x and some foul language) complimented me on my location. I didn't want to say anything in response for fear that he would hear my accent and attack me (though, I guess I could just say that I am Canadian, eh?) After giving a quick reply and glaring at him and his shirt in turns, he eventually left.

The concert itself was fantastic! I thought they sounded great. The venue was small and had a totally different ambiance than my previous concert experiences at Red Rocks amphitheater. It was their mom's birthday the next day so they got everyone to sing happy birthday to her, which was a cute touch. The whole event was a lot of fun!

I also kind of wish I was cool enough to pull off blue hair like Amy Sheppard.

Afterwards, my flat mate and I decided to go to our favourite open-until-midnight frozen yoghurt place in Covent Garden. It was a bit rainy and my knee-high boots have no traction left on them so I kept sliding all over the place. My flat mate said, "Just concentrate on walking! One foot in front of the other." Followed by, "Maybe you shouldn't wear those boots again." Sorry Emily, I didn't think I was slipping that much!

Does anyone know of a way to get paid for spending my summer travelling around Europe, reading books, writing novels and free verse poetry (yes, that's a bit of a new thing for me and no, you can't read any), and occasionally going to a concert of one of my little indie/alternative bands and British singer/songwriters?