beach house

the audience heaves with awkward as beach house takes the stage. the band heaves with awkward too: bies thinks they're wearing wigs, that the set has come straight from Countdown circa 1982. i'd think they were miming except for the reverb.

they fill the room with metallic. she sounds like blood and slides between worlds, gets paid to do it while i'm tangled in late 1990s day-glo decor  at the hi fi that's long been packed down.

i'll take care of you / if you ask me to / in a year or two.

the guy in front of me reaches out for his girl, involuntarily. dopamine and oxytocin surge through them. it's my favourite chemical moment in this whole venue.