Saw the Pet Shop Boys last night, in Wolverhampton. It sounded a little something like this.
When I look back upon my lie-uf It's always with a sense of shay-um I've always been the one to blay-um
The fact that this clip is the best I could find from about twenty thousand cellphone bootlegs on YouTube is surely reason enough to allow people to take decent recording equipment to concerts these days.
If a whole bunch of people are going to stand in front of me holding their phones up in the air, rush home and see who can be first to upload a tiny, shaky recording of half a song with terrible sound that's not even in sync with what video you can see, I'd much rather they were getting in my way with a decent camera and a boom mic. At least that way I'd be able to see the bits I missed when I got home.
Anyway, what's so gay about an on stage shiny gold cowboy teaching another cowboy on screen to swing his pants? Am I not allowed to find this entertaining?
