So many other people have written up great reviews of yesterdays awesometastic Pool Party in Brooklyn that I’m not even going to bother writing a totally comprehensive review. Instead I’m just going to post nonsense about the concert.
When Tim Harrington ran off the stage and invaded the dodgeball court the game stopped for a few seconds before everyone decided to throw dodgeballs at him for interrupting their game (below). You cruel cruel sportsmen! Oh BTW–see the dude in the right-hand corner wearing a headband? Who is he? Because my friends were obsessed with you headband dude, wherever you are…
Oh and by the way, hipster, while you were drinking Brooklyn Lager out of a plastic cup with your indie rock tshirt on, your arm casually draped around your cute indie rock girlfriend wearing a sundress and artfully mussed hair, you were in THE LINE OF FIRE. Yeah that’s right, check it out, you totally could have had your head blown off at ANY SECOND. You’re so lucky I was watching out for y’all. As soon as I started taking photos he walked away:
Blogging is not just about taking pictures: IT’S ABOUT SAVING LIVES, OK?
After the gig was over, someone managed to get all four guys sitting together. Smelling digital blood, the media attacked: