Like about a thousand other white kids in New York, I spent last nite watching Dizzee Rascal open up for The Streets at Irving Plaza. I was more excited about Dizzee initially but The Streets was great too. I don't know why but Mike Skinner reminds me of my friend Booger (tho apparently everyone reminds me of Booger). Maybe it's because they're both named Mike. Or maybe it's cos Mike Skinner was yelling for all the single ladies to meet up with him later.
I didn't see a single person I knew at the show, even tho it seemed like just the sort of place where you're destined to run into about thirty people you don't feel like seeing. I was a little drunk & a little stoned tho, so maybe that's why I didn't see anyone.
Anyway it was a great show. The crowd was fired up. The lighting was perfect, in that eerie, submarine, alien sort of way. The crowd was yelling, the emcees were drunk, & New Yorkers were actually dancing. I guess there was a fight, but I was in the loo & missed it. On the whole a brilliant evening.
