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The Strokes @ Hordern Pavilion
29/07/2010

This happens to have been my FIRST GIG, and if you are wondering, no I am not a 34-year-old man child that has been locked up in my mother's house for the past three decades. I am in fact a thirteen-year-old girl that has grown up listening to the same music my loser siblings liked; meaning I knew the lyrics to New York City Cops at the age of 5.

I walked into high school the day after purchasing a ticket and exclaimed "I'm losing my virginity on the 29th of July!" In hindsight this may not have been the best thing to yell out and quickly clarified, "I mean my MUSIC virginity will be taken and THE STROKES will be responsible for the popping of this musical cherry!" I know that most adolescents these days are ignorant to music that hasn't been made by hormone pumped robots with ultra hot bods and a voice that sounds like a baby prostitute (I'm talking to you Ke$$$ha!) but as I walked around town (school) shouting that I was going to see The Strokes, all I received were confused looks. That's right - they didn't know who I was talking about!

So when the night of the concert finally arrived, I must say, I was feeling pretty cool and confident. But all these good "I'm superior to everyone at school" feelings soon turned into fear, anger and utter embarrassment when I got inside the Hordern and saw all those pretty people.

I hated them all because:

  1. They were older than me
  2. They all thought they were so damn cool! And some of them might have been.
  3. They all smoked! Damn it people, just stop trying to act so cool! Cool for me is going to Hurstville two days in row, and that is deadly enough. So just stop the whole "I smoke because I don't care about death" thing, it's so annoying.
  4. I saw some horrible teenagers drinking alcohol and that made me mad. Geez guys it tastes gross, just put it down!

But I think the reason I hated them all so much is a mixture a few things. They made me feel naive. I realised that I wasn't as cool as I'd hoped and they even made me feel a little scared.

This is my sketchy recount of what happened next. I was mad, I looked down at my white docs and realised that they were the only thing I had going for me. I reached out to my side and grabbed my sisters hand tightly. I saw nothing, I went with her to the merch table and got a crazily over sized Strokes t-shirt and waited. I breathed in awkwardly. My sister looked at me and said it was time to go in. I followed, brother at my side. The room was larger than I thought it would be. All I could think was, "Oh shit, oh shit, I can't do this." I just waited, replying to random remarks made by my siblings and their friends.

The lights turned off, SOMETHING was about to happen. My heart stopped. I stretched my neck as high up as it could go and I saw him, the brilliant Julian Casablancas. The band started to play New York City Cops and I realised that I was indeed a silly teenager, that I should not be cool and I started to bop around like an idiot, screaming (or, what at the time I thought was singing) out loud.

Perhaps it was my crazy teenage hormones but at first all I could see was Julian in his overly tight pants, and I kept wondering about how hard it would be to rip them off. It was all going great until they stopped playing. I freaked out. When my sister saw my dismay she said, "it's okay, there will be an encore."

I calmed down a bit. I was still a little out of it... and deaf. Very deaf.

I didn't even hear the three tall guys asked my sister's friend if we wanted to stand in front of them, but after a poke in the ribs I realised they were talking to me. I smiled my bracey smile and they looked a little awkward, but I still got to go in front.

The music started again, as did my silly bopping, and after the girl in front almost fell on me for the ten-millionth time, I stepped on her and she moved. I was as happy as a thirteen year old girl can be, but it had to come to an end and Take It Or Leave It signaled lights on.

I was upset when Julian and his black pants left the stage, but still happy at the same time. After a few embarrassing photos taken by my sister of me next to the stage and a conversation about which Strokes member we would bone (the general consensus was that we'd happily casa-spank Julian any time) we headed home.

We just walked out of the place, got in my brother's car and drove back home. It was such a casual thing for all the others to do. They had done it a million times before; they had gotten used to the excitement and were all tuckered out.

But as I lay in my bed I was still wide awake. I had taken a shot of the concert excitement drug and I wanted more.

I'm not looking forward to the day that I find that I have lost that feeling, the exhilaration and ultimate thrill I got from my FIRST GIG. But all I know is that I am thirteen. I am super annoying, I can be a bit of a brat and I am now in love with going to gigs.

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Comments

flukazoid

I love that the last line you read in this review is...

"Words by Jonny"

1 decade ago

Jonny Yes Yes

HA! fixed.

1 decade ago

(nobody)

Yeah man. Hurstville reppin'.

1 decade ago

Mac

EEEEEeeeep! My little sister is awesome.

1 decade ago

(nobody)

CUTEST EVER.

1 decade ago

bella

Belinda is the raddest 13 year old I've ever met

1 decade ago

renren

Cute Town. Population: 1.

1 decade ago

(nobody)

So... how were the strokes?

1 decade ago

Remmy

The Strokes were ok. The whole, standing around looking bored thing got old after about the 4th song. Every song kinda sounded the same. Probably not worth the $89 ticket price.

Nevermind The Strokes Belinda M... just wait till a proper band comes to Sydney like NIN or something. Then you will know what its all about :)

1 decade ago

Jonny Yes Yes

my only beef with this show was that it sounded a bit clinical.. like, too perfect.. too precise..

aside from jules throwing in a few little vocal variations every song sounded pretty much identical as it does on record.. not always a bad thing (it does show how fkkking tight they are as a band) .. but not too much bonus shit / surprises for fans who'd seen them before..

1 decade ago

Bela.M.Smells

Yay, I like all the CUTE comments. And mac, I am happy you didn't put up any photos of me, yikes!

1 decade ago

Remmy

Couldn't agree more Johnny. I wanted to see just one head bang.... Just one moment when they dropped their guard and rocked out... But that was never going to happen.... They aren't the Datsons from New Zealand... They are The Strokes from New York... Hipster Shtick was all we were gonna get.

1 decade ago

(nobody)

This made me want a cigarette.

1 decade ago

MattuS

One of the best reviews/stories I've read in a very long time! I wish I was as cool as you are when I was 13! I feel bad for you that you don't have Sound Gardern in Hurstville anymore, between that and Steve's Guitars at least there was something musical happening in town.

1 decade ago

frenk

This review is awesome, props Belinda. As a grew-up-in-Lugarno type, I know the adolescent end of the world too well, and totally empathise with your excitement. My first show was Dinosaur Jnr/Magic Dirt/Gerling and it changed everything.

Two things though; cigarettes are awesome and actually STOP you from dying, and drinking is the salve to the working week. After a hard day spent surfing POA and pretending to work, what else's a person got left to do but get really drunk? That's right, almost nothing.

1 decade ago

shelzlq

Wow. I honestly thought I was the only 13 year old girl who was obsessed with the strokes in the World. Thank you for this awesome review that shows that just because you're 13 doesn't mean you're an idiot. I wish I could meet you, but I doubt that will ever happen!

1 decade ago

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