I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

You know, this is possibly one of the best weeks of my life. I wasn't terribly happy for all of it, but seeing Roger Waters and The Who this weekend just made it awesome. On wednesday I had death cab for cutie, a band I have been looking forward to seeing. They were really good, even though they were somewhat overshadowed by the other gigs I went to in a few days time. The only missed one song that I wanted to hear, which was good. The gig was also jennis bday present, as I had bought her a tix aggesss ago. Thursday was of no interest, and friday I stayed home on account of I only had one lesson where we gonna be playing charades. That evening I went to hannahs party, got a little drunk and arrived home pretty late 'cause I stayed to help tidy up. And when I did try to leave I had to stop a drunk kate running out the front door. Funny stuff. Saturday came and it was Roger Waters time. Myself, jenni, ardy, dean and mike arrived in Hyde Park pretty late in the day, as there were no other good bands on really. We did try and see the Lightning Seeds, as the lead singer, and basically the person who is the Lightning Seeds, is my uncle. Or Ex-Uncle. Hes a serious workaholic and was never at home, so him and my aunt got a divorce. Unfortunately they were waiting for the football result until they started playing, so we had to leave. According to my mum and dad, they came on literally a couple of minutes after we left, and they managed to meet my aunt, who hasn't been in touch with us in years, pretty much since the divorce shes cut herself off from the family. We managed to get some pretty good places for Roger Waters, and spent the next two and a half hours being blown away by a musical and visual spectacular. Put simply, it was the best gig I had ever been to. We took a little rest outside hyde park before trekking it to Green Park station and going home. The next morning I failed at my plan of sleeping in, as it was too fucking hot. As a result I was knackered. At about 3 I left for hyde park again, but unfortunately this time I was all alone, as no-one else had tickets for both days. I watched Ocean Colour Scene and The Zutons with some friends of hannahs, but I only really knew one of them so I was kind of relieved when it was time to go see Primal Scream. Primal Scream were pretty cool from what i saw, but the crowd was massive and I only stayed for about half their set before moving off to get ready for the who and get a good place. And I did get a good place, a damn good place. I was further forward than I had been the day before, as its easier to get forward on you're own. But I did spent some of the gig being a bit far too the left of the stage. The night before, everyone, including myself, agreed that there was no way The Who could top Roger Waters. But they did. Or at least they were on par. Basically, Pink Floyd won in terms of the special effects and visual things, but The Who won on terms of sheer musical blowing you away. They played every great song, and I think "Love Reign O'er Me" was actually one of the best songs. And the amazing thing was that they kept going. I mean, they had no illusions, they knew they were old, and they even informed us of it. But the way they played didn't show it. Pete Townshend still played the guitar with all the energy of twenty years ago, and played a fair few amazing solos, and Roger Daltrey's voice never failed him once in the two hour or so set. Suffice to say, I had a damn good weekend. And even the worst conference ever at the worst university ever yesterday couldn't bring me down. Now I best go to school.