Recently, I went to see The xx with some friends. One of those friends offered me MDA, no extra M. It’s what the kids are doing now. It has been a hot minute since I rolled, and I’m usually not a fan of taking pills at shows, but for The xx it seemed appropriate. We guzzled down the tabs before the opening band started. The pace of the show was rather sluggish. There was a lot of waiting for the band and for the drugs to kick in. What I also should have probably remembered is that ecstasy and its cousins tend to give me the party pukes. Generally, this is more of a problem when I rail rather than swallow, but with no food, the sweltering heat, and the intense crowd, the pukes came on hard and fast. The line to the ladies room was super long so I walked upstairs and tucked behind some ducting. Classy, I know. (Bonus points shall be awarded for not getting a drop of puke on my white vintage slip and Frye boots.)
After I regained my composure, I returned to the main floor to join my friends. Then I knelt down and puked again – all water – and I think I got a little on my flip-flop wearing friend’s foot. So I owe you a pair of shoes, sorry about that. Then I stood up like the badass bitch I am and enjoyed the show. Undignified ralphing aside, this trip provided an extremely valuable shift in perspective that I greatly needed.
For those of you who care less about my drug use and more about actual music. The set was short. I can’t be sure considering my condition, but I think they played a little over an hour. Both at Coachella and at this show, The xx played this disappointing stripped down version of Crystalised. The set list is heavy on Coexist, which is the lesser of their efforts in my opinion. I enjoy how their shows feel more intimate and less theatrical. This band is about the music and generating an atmosphere of sincere emotional response from the audience even if they often seem personally disconnected while playing.