I have a very exciting evening planned tonight: Boyfriend got us tickets to see Florence + the Machine way back in July for our anniversary, and the day has finally arrived. I’m skipping out of work a little bit early today to take care of Fitz (I want to give him some time outside of the crate before he goes back in for most of the night) and then we’re having in dinner in town before taking the train to the one of the top ten most dangerous cities in the country, beautiful Camden, New Jersey. The only reason anyone goes to Camden is to see a show or go to the aquarium. Both are situated right on the waterfront, directly across the Delaware river. We would take the ferry but it’s supposed to thunderstorm all night, and I’m not trying to die. Also I get seasick when I refill the Brita pitcher, I don’t want to press my luck.
But yes! Florence! In all her Welsh-y, weird-o goodness. I hope Boyfriend knows what he signed up for; this is going to be a far girlier concert than Keane (yes, Annie, it’s possible) but I am so so excited I can barely stand it. Our seats are under cover, so even if it rains we’ll be okay, but half of the venue is lawn-seating. I went to a concert there in high school and sat on the lawn and it poured the entire time. It was a Dave Matthews Band concert though, so at least I got a second-hand high.
Anyway, to honor the occasion, here is a video for one of my favorite songs off her second album. The music video was directed by David Lachapelle and John Byrne and is pretty much on par with all her previous music videos for the level of weirdness. Still, her voice is amazing and this song makes me want to belt it out with her (I won’t, though, because I’m tone deaf).
As far as I’m concerned, this is a better “say my name” song than Destiny’s Child. And because I learned my lesson with the Keane concert, I don’t think I’ll be purchasing any merchandise this time. Though maybe just a tote bag.