I never thought I’d spend my Saturday night going solo to a Demob Happy and Bright Light Social Hour show, but alas, I’m a fucking adult and I do what I want. Last week, I ate an entire pizza for breakfast even though I’m lactose intolerant. This week, Bright Light Social Hour. Sometimes days happen in months and yet other times months happen in mere days.
Demob Happy was up first and… I felt so out of place, folks. The tour is nearly over, and Demob Happy seemingly emptied what little they had in the tank on stage. But I wasn’t feeling it. I honestly wanted them to stop the show and read me a story in their sexy English accents, which is quite a weird thing to say because they’re based in Brighton and the normal Brighton accent sounds like a speech impediment. Which I can say because I know people from Brighton. But I know Joel won’t ever read this.
Demob’s accents were sexy. But I still felt out of place. That feeling grew when, in the back, after being enamored by a feud between two strangers and a chair, I heard some people say, and I quote, “this is fucking fun dude!” I then saw some guy force his friend into a Macarena. I then saw a group of girls grab shoulders and sway to and fro. And then I saw a guy happily bring his group of friends beers. And then I realised why I felt so out of place.
This is music for people with real friends. I’m not the target audience.
Demob Happy and Black Light Social Hour make music for you to jam to with your friends. On stage, they’re not supposed to seek your attention; they’re supposed to help you become more connected with the friends by your side. And judging by the people above, I think they were doing quite a good job.
So surely, in an era of “how the fuck do I make friends as a grown as adult?”, being at a show where friendship is the main ingredient would be the key, yes? No? Let’s find out!
I talked to a couple from the mountains who came down specifically for tonight’s concert. I don’t think they’re going to read this or remember they even talked to me, and they were half sober! But we still had a conversation.
Some lady gave me her spot right in front of the stage to take some wicked photos! Then she asked me to give it back. Then she offered it up again a couple songs later!
All that, combined with talking to the 2 ticket people to get into the venue, was enough human interaction for the day.
I might not be the target audience for Demob Happy or Bright Light Social Hour. But for people with real friends, it’s probably a really fun time, based off what I saw and heard from people with real friends. And based off the fact that normally 0 people talk to me and tonight a whopping 2 did!
Anyways, I need to drive my imaginary friend Joel home. Brighton is a long ways away.
If you want to become my friend, buy some new fysm merch and wear it to a show! If I see you, I’ll run away. I’m scared of people.
