January 30, 2003

I've come to the conclusion that The Faint speak to something deep within my cell walls, a bit like Sigur Ros do, but in a completely different way. I actually don't have a choice but to go MENTAL on the dance floor. no, no, I mean MENTAL. I don't even think I could replicate it under laboratory testing conditions, and certainly not on an average dance floor. Iain was behind me and I think even he was a bit shocked. But it was easier this time because everyone around me was dancing, too, whereas last time I was surrounded by dead-boring Radio 4 fans (not that R4 are, but their fans were so dull).

And then on the tube home, the guy next to me had Danse Macabre really loud on his headphones, so I made a friend when he saw me tapping to "his" beat. ;)

anyway, I felt sore when I got home last night, like I'd done a big session at the gym. So I've decided that The Faint need to play London 2-3 times a week. It's my new diet/exercise program. ;)