Thing is, Karin only bought two tickets, which is a tiny detail that has Panda no small amount of pissed off. We don’t really feel bad, though, because 1) every now and then Karin and I have to go do something without the kids and 2) only four days later Karin is taking Amanda and her best friend to see Fall Out Boy, The Academy Is and Cobra Starship in the Tacoma Dome.
But Panda insists it is unfair that I get to see Arctic Monkeys because I am not as frighteningly obsessed with them as she and Karin are. I do confess I have only four of their songs on my iPod. Sheesh.
So anyway… this morning as we were cranking tunes and getting ready for work, the Arctic Monkeys song Fake Tales of San Francisco came on (no need to click through; simply press the play button to hear). There is a line in the song that goes: “Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook.” The lead singer possesses a rather thick
Cockney Yorkshire accent and is sometimes difficult (for me) to understand, so when that section of the song came up, I started belting out, “Pick up bananas and put down the apples!”
I knew the proper lyrics; I was just, you know, being a dork. Karin gave me this pressured look that after eight years I could read like a book. It said: “Maybe acting like you don’t know the lyrics is a bad idea when Amanda is within earshot.”
Her look made a good point.
I can’t finish this without pointing out another lyric from this same song that I think just kicks so much ass. The band playing in the pub sucks, alright, but this one girl is in love with a member of the band, okay? So:
But his bird* says it's amazing, though, so all that's left,
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf!
Yup, it should be a pretty decent show.
But Panda will have to settle for a t-shirt.**
*In British slang, a “bird” is a female. It is synonymous with “girl”.
**Usual restrictions apply…