table wine and techno

my senora has a son alex who works in the music industry. one night at dinner she asks emma and i if we wanted to go to a concert with him. sure, why not, right? we ask juaq and alex about the concert, and this is the info we get: electronica, at a small venue near torre agbar (there will be a short posting regarding torre agbar and my love for it soon, i promise). sounds fun. dancing, young people, spaniards. you know, general goodness all around.
we meet alex at the metro station, go to the concert early (cause he is working it, so he has to get there to set up and such). emma and i stay downstairs at the bar area to wait for the concert to start. Everyone is drinking beer, but i really want wine, so we ask the bartender if they have any white wine. He pulls out a dusty bottle lableled with huge letters "TABLE WINE" ( it was even in english, not a good sign). We ask for two glasses of it. and continue to play with this random pog thing we found on the table as we sip our vinegar.

it comes time for the concert to begin. emma and i go upstairs, to find the room and after a bit of searching, are led to an auditorium like room. as in, high school auditorium, possibly even smaller, and more pathetic. for my ithacans: park school auditorium, only less high tech. for my cdale loves: central high auditorium, plastic chairs and everything. on the stage was nothing but two mac laptops and a projection screen. bad sign, flashback to film aesthetics and analysis. i had a nervous feeling in my stomach. and then the first act came on, and the bad feelings were confirmed.

i would just like to say that i am all for experimental music. in fact, i generally enjoy it. however, when one piece an hour in length consists only of metallic banging, dogs barking, and a projection of tissue paper being crinkled up, i get tired and cranky. and emma falls asleep. i wish i had a better picture, but here is an example of what the concert was like. this was followed by alex's performance. all i need to say about this portion of the show is phallic symbols! the entire visual portion was a sexual reference, choreographed to the beat of the music. as in, round egg like image on one side of the screen, with a long line (slowly getting thicker and more forceful) thrusting towards it. leading eventually to a bursting of all. repeat from beginning. i began to get quite uncomfortable after an hour of this. blushing galore.

needless to say, the pog and table wine was the best part of the night