Hot Chip!!!

How did I forget to mention one of the things I loved most this week: seeing Hot Chip lives at the Nuits Sonores Festival! My attempts at videos failed, I had to step away from the insane dancing in the middle because I had never needed a water bottle more in my life, and I was stalked by a Frenchman afterward who said, "I didn't want to lose you, the American who knows Hot Chip!"

Thankfully, I found some you tube footage of their epic performance.

Oh, yeah: they're from London. Natch.



SO FUN!

Also cool: Paul Kalkbrenner, German DJ whose film, "Berlin Calling," I watched before the concert--in German!--with mes amies allemagnes. That counts as a cultural experience, right?!




Now, this type of music (Hot Chip included) is not my number-one-favorite-genre-of-all-time (in fact, I remember the first time I heard Hot Chip: it was at the now-abandoned Late for the Train location in Flagstaff, where I sat, nursing my triple-tall latte and attempting to do homework but instead Google-searching the lyrics of the songs I liked from the satellite radio station they had going... and then buying them off itunes. "Ready for the Floor" was definitely my song of the day! And I don't think at that time I could ever have guessed I would be dancing like a lunatic, drunk off 3 euro red wine with two German girls in Lyon, France, to that very same band, and that very same song!). That being said, it was a lot (a LOT!) of fun to dance to, and when I finally dragged my emo self out to some of the free events on Saturday (Saturday! That means my chemically-imbalanced brain made me miss both the events of Thursday AND Friday!), it was to dance in fountains, have myself bedecked in red paint, and have my absentminded dance moves (how can I have a Skype date AND meet Lancelot for coffee at the same time?!) be made fun of by French girls who look like the lead singer of the Gossip and claim to have driven 15 hours for the Festival ("But isn't 15 hours longer than it takes to drive all of France?" my wise German friend N pointed out). Anyway, here's a recreation/example of my inimitable dance moves.
Sugar?
("Yes?" I respond, while picking up my name tag.)
How'd you get so fly?





The world may never know. But I think it has something to do with hot sauce.