This fascination French boys have for Japanese girls is really starting to get on my nerves. Last night, I brought 2 of my japanese friends to a concert (which was good only for people-watching purposes, so I wont even bother to comment further). The first band resembled your everyday high school garage punk trio. Very cute in a 16-year-old-playing-their-first-gig kind of way, they almost upstaged the main act, a band from New York featuring a frontman who spoke in English with a terrible French accent (even though he is from NEW YORK). While it definitely takes balls to diss your entire audience, it's also pretty obnoxious.
While this incredibly un-PC guy was playing his set, the boys from the first bad (or as my friend dubbed them, the jailbait) came over to my friends and gave them a copy of their CD for free. When it became clear that the girls didn't understand completely what he was saying, he switched to English -- because, of course, that would work with girls from Japan where people speak Japanese. Anyway, I almost died laughing watching the kid put his moves on my friends while his wingman (aka the drummer of the band), a Ben Gibbard look-alike shaming true punks everywhere by wearing a Ramones t-shirt, just stood by awkwardly.
My friend (also American) and myself headed off to another party after the concert, but the girls decided to stay on for the after party at a nearby club. We wished them good luck with their new boy toys. But, as my friend pointed out, it didn't seem like they actually knew they were getting hit on. As they say, ignorance is bliss.
The sun finally came out today after a straight week of rain. I hope the weather in Berlin will be better.
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