Late Nite Freak Show

I've not had a very interesting life for the past couple of months. But some events seems to right the wrongs for all that's been missing.

I took part in a "Late Night Show" at Cinemateket. It's a nice thing, a concert film of some sort, and afterwards a free drink. My kind of deal in other words. And since I owed a friend of mine, after seeing a couple of Mark Wahlberg films with me, and handing in an essay I had written (to a very high strung office of exams), I felt I owed it to her. So, being a very good date, I paid for the tickets, and mentally prepared myself for an acid trip movie: Led Zeppelin - The Song Remains The Same.

I've seen it before, and I'm OK with Led Zeppelin. I'm not a big fan, but I'm OK with it. As long as I don't think about the lyrics for too long.

Then I'm told that the guy who has tried the worst pick up move on me ever is trying to get tickets as close as he can. OK. I can deal with this. Just breathe.

Mentally prepared for awkwardness, I show up for Led Zeppelin at their most weird.

The whole thing is presented by a guy I can only think of as a smart ass Don Johnson, as he looked like he had stolen one of Don Johnsons suits. He has a lottery for us. We can win stuff, just by being seated... I really hate that sort of thing, and had I won... No, let's not think about it...

After the amazing lottery, we are shown a short film of Led Zeppelin's first concert in Denmark, with a lot of "wonderful" camera effects. And this is when I should have known that it was going to be strange: a couple of people down in the front demanded that it should be louder, even after they were told it was a private film, and that the sound was not too good.

I ignore this, completely. Most of the time I have no idea of what I'm seeing or hearing. I'm guessing that drugs would have worked, but I don't do that, at all.

Then "The Song Remains The Same" starts, and I know I'm in for a lovely '70s flip trip, or whatever it is called. But in addition to this, which I have prepared for mentally, I get strange people. 2 stoners, down in the front (the same who complained about the sound) are singing along, playing air guitar, and air drums to many of the songs. Did not see that coming.

But what the film cannot give me, they could. I was entertained. I admit that. And I'm guessing the year 2009 is going to get better from now on, since they were not seated in front of me, or next to me.

And I met the guy, and his 10 year younger girlfriend.

As I said: Late Nite Freak Show.