Death Cab for Frat Guys
Is weepy the new douchebag? Friday night, Observer Night & Day co-editor Merritt Martin and I hauled out to the Nokia Theatre at Grand Prairie for the Franz Ferdinand-Death Cab For Cutie show and were surprised to find ourselves in the company of a remarkably large population of frat guys. To our surprise, they didn't at all look annoyed and horny, like they'd been dragged there because their girlfriends think Ben Gibbard is totally cute in that, like, nerd kind of way. The white-hat-wearing dudes were doing the intense head-nodding-mouthing-the-words-and-swaying bit reserved for hardcore fans; there may even have been a teary eye or two among them.
I ask you: WTF? If the jocks and the emo kids are finally uniting in a mutual love for sad-bastard songs about girls who dun 'em wrong, I believe I'll just take my Dashboard CD's and go jump off one of them fancy new bridges we're getting. --Andrea Grimes
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