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Firstly, and I regret to have to tell you all this as it pains me to mention the Warehouse's new name, but it is not the "Koolhaus", it is the "Kool Haus". J.D., you would have known that if you'd simply looked at your ticket. Secondly, it grieves me to see the genre of music referred to as "Britrock", since this shows beyond the shadow of a doubt that the writer has little to no background in his/her subject matter. No one who had any prior knowledge of the scene would call it "Britrock". If you're going to call it anything, it has to be Brit pop, and Blur in particular was strongly attached to the term (see Nardwar's interview with them from February 1996, though be prepared to get really annoyed with him -- he's rather obnoxious), though later they declared the movement dead. Thirdly, I don't understand J. D.'s problem with the setlist. Obviously Blur couldn't make all of their songs sound the same as they did originally on their respective albums. Some of the songs are twelve years old, some of the songs use inconvenient instruments (like an entire string section), and some of the songs require the departed Graham Coxon. It's almost as though J. D. has never been to a show before, since he/she assumed Blur would play everything off of their best of cd, that it would all sound like the albums, and that there would be no playing with the songs. Why would the Globe and Mail chose to publish an article by someone who so very plainly has no background in journalism or British pop music? How very strange.

It's not often that the Globe runs wholely useless articles, so when it happens I like to bitch about it. (I could have done the same about the series of articles they ran counting down the last days of Buffy but I restrained myself since no one besides me cares about it anymore. I wanted to spare you the pain).

In any event, I greatly enjoyed Monday's show, and if it weren't for the fact that moshing so much nearly crippled me (note to self: next time say no to oscillating with a twisted ankle) I would have gone to Tuesday's show as well (since the tickets were selling for 5 dollars just before the show started, and if I had gone the second time I at least would have gotten my money's worth after having to sell my spare ticket for 1/4 the price)(wow, that was a really long parenthesis. I should really stop doing so many asides). Also, I have never before been that sweaty after a show. Seeing Blur is so much better than doing pilates.

Actually, I developed a theory about that during "Girls and Boys". Jumping up and down in a crowded area like that is similar to resistance training, what with all the pushing and the shoving and trying to stay upright when you're standing on one foot and some heavy guy in a basball cap is trying to stretch his arm through you to get closer to the stage. And being forced to clap when you hardly have any room to breathe should do wonders for your arm muscles. Why, then, do I still feel like I let someone beat me with a 2x4?

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