When we arrived at the venue, the band were strangely nervous for the gig. I think knowing we had some hardcores here added some pressure. But we did not expect the explosive reaction when we hit the stage. The room was sold out and nearly everybody was singing along to almost every song. At one point between songs, it sounded as if everybody was screaming out something different: a song title, one of our names, sending out love. It was crazy. “Lost in the Plot” was so retarded I thought someone was going to get seriously injured by enthusiasm. Check these out:
LOST IN THE PLOT
22: THE DEATH OF ALL THE ROMANCE
HATE THEN LOVE
At the Polyforum, the audience stands on a rotating floor (which was thankfully stationary for the show). At one point, so many people were jumping that Armando had to come on stage and ask Martin to stop jumping, for fear the whole floor would collapse. It seemed that everybody knew all the words to all the songs…I mean they were freaking out. It was awesome. At one point in 22 I forgot to sing because it seemed the audience had it taken care of. We managed an 75-minute set, the with the help of adrenaline and vodka, returned for an encore of Purgatory and No Love, two songs we hadn’t played in months. We came out for a second time with a daring rendition of Heartless, and Murray stayed out for The Highest.
Admittedly not the best performance we’ve ever played, but that was almost secondary to the actual event itself (if that makes any sense). We spent about two hours meeting fans and signing autographs after the show.
MURRAY AND SOME FANS
So with that, I say THANK YOU MEXICO! I have great love and appreciation for you all. I cannot wait to go back.
Next Up: Going home.