It All Started With Lena Dunham
In March my sister, Margaux, sent me a Youtube video with a perfectly succinct message: “This is Lena Dunham’s boyfriend. She directed the video.” Dunham’s boyfriend is the guitarist of Fun and started the band Bleachers as a solo project. Loved Lena’s video, died for her boyfriend’s song, “I Wanna Get Better!”
Admittedly Margaux knew how to pique my interest with the reference, but that day I became a Bleachers fan too. The thick riffs did what they wanted to my body, the lyrics “I didn’t know I was lonely till I saw your face” literally made (makes) me cry; I played the song on repeat and told my boyfriend to dance at a distance in case I exploded into a rainbow — it was that wonderful.
Slowly more singles like “Rollercoaster” “Like a River Runs,” and “Shadow” appeared online. Again. Snagged like a fish thrashing on a barbed hook. When we got press passes to Hove festival and emailed Bleachers’ management for an interview they denied us.
But at least I’d still see them in concert!
The first chord ripped through the sunny sky that day in southern Norway; I heard a dude mumble “New Jersey” into the mic. They were on and I bolted to the stage by myself. But how did I manage to get to the front of the Bleachers show, to stare up at their nose hairs, even after they started the first song?
The bittersweet truth is, there were only ten people standing. Ten. I’m sure Bleachers could pull a crowd of ten thousand in America. I blame the poor attendance of quality music shows at Hove on 2 factors: 1) Pre-developed frontal lobes prevent kids from understanding the importance of who is playing 2) They were all wasted in their camps the whole time anyways.
You Can Call Me The Lone Dancer
And still no one was moving. How could it be!? I couldn’t think, just dance. Two drummers, saxophone, keyboard, Dunham’s boyfriend — the energy of the music pumped groovejuice into my body. In the vast open space in front of the stage I whipped myself back and forth. People were staring.
Finnish fans interrupted my flailing to complement my dance moves. Finnish people do not even talk to each other, let alone dancing strangers! I was making a name for myself in that small crowd. And yet, the show ended, the guys abandoned their instruments and scuttled offstage.
But with passion comes innovation and although I couldn’t actually talk to them I figured I’d invent a new interview style. A hypothetical-interview without the interviewee, of sorts, to get a recap of the concert.
A day later, I met multi-mega-hitmaster Example’s manager to discuss an interview with her client.
She moved close to me, “Hey, I saw you dancing at Bleachers yesterday.”
“Heh, yea it was such an amazing show.” I replied still confused about the low turnout.
“It’s such a shame,” she told me “The guys were having a meet and greet backstage with six fans after the show. I pointed at you and told the assistant , ‘Go get that dancing girl and bring her for the meet and greet’”
“But the assistant didn’t understand me when I pointed to you. Yea, he brought someone else back instead.”
And by that time, I was already conducting my “interview.” It’s not all bad. Now there will probably be an actual person dancing next to me when they play here in the Fall. To the girl who took my place at the meet and greet, I will see you on the dance floor.
Check out our playlist from Hove here:
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