pleasure little treasure

Last night I saw Depeche Mode at Madison Square Garden. The Lovely Jess was in attendance as was The Younger Sister, The Roommate of the Younger Sister and my friend, who for blog purposes will be called The Designer.

Today I'm tired but exhilarated and a wee bit gravely-voiced (from all the screaming, you see). But I'm so glad I went ('twas my 4th DM show and counting.) The new stuff ain't so bad if any of you are contemplating making the purchase.

Much to everyone's delight, Dave and the boys got the newer songs out of the way early in the evening and closed out the second half of the show with the well-worn likes of "Behind the Wheel," "Never Let Me Down Again," "Personal Jesus," "Everything Counts" "Just Can't Get Enough," et al.

We had a talkative row of Irish dudes sitting behind us who were quite funny. While the rest of the audience screamed, clapped, held up lighters and stomped our feet to coax DM back onto the stage for an encore, one of the guys took an altogether different approach. With shirt off and beer belly swinging to and fro, he bellowed: "COME BACK OUT, YA CUNT YA!"

There were TWO encores. Coincidence? I think not.

Update: I forgot my camera (grr!) so I didn't get to snap any pictures at the show. However, Xtine had a camera and, judging by the pictures she took, amazing seats! Far better than my nose-bleed ones. Eh, but I was there and that's all that matters.