Christ, not the fucking Metro again. But yes, Monday evening and there we are. K– is on the disco beans with a friend from work and has made plans to call in sick for Tuesday and smoke bongs at his Lower North Shore apartment. Did he invite me? Maybe? Even if he did, would I go? After enduring some obnoxious abuse about why I’m not taking drugs on a Monday he disappears and I don’t see him for the rest of the night. There’s no support act for Nicolas Jaar which means everyone stands around for 1.5 hours and drinks whatever mediocrity The Metro has on offer. Pubs with no draught beer – I’ll never understand.
Anyway the real deal Nicolas Jaar gets on at 9:30pm and plays this atmospheric song, alternating between his samples and some wicked live sax playing. That really got me bouncy. He progressed to play some seriously dancey, chill-wave tracks. Very naughty for a Monday. Mind you, his light show is an epileptic’s nightmare, but pretty sweet if you’re into that sort of thing. Space Is Only Noise If You Can See went off, as expected. He played that track from his boiler room that to this day I can’t ID (someone help?) and it just ripped my fucking head off. 10:50pm and his off stage and the lights turn on and everyone has to accept it’s a Monday.
Well done, NJ, I’ll be back.