It’s hard to believe a month has gone by since I obsessively refreshed Alamo Drafthouse’s website, checking multiple times a minute for hours, waiting for tickets to become available for LCD Soundsystem’s documentary Shut Up and Play the Hits. Six-ish hours later, I had four tickets for me and the boys. “Your persistence is appreciated”, Matt said.
We arrived about an hour before the show and held a pretty solid place in line. I was expecting zigzagging lines around the building in July heat, but that couldn’t be further from what happened. Cushy seats in the front of the line with ice cold beers and AC was more like it. We were… So. Excited.
The documentary was everything I wanted it to be. The scenes switched between live footage from LCD’s final show to interviews before and life after, all in a way that made sense. I danced in my seat as I experienced the emotions of a man who single-handedly crushed his own dream. James Murphy, a man so terrified of fading away, that he created his own burn out. I wonder what Neil Young and Kurt Cobain would have to say about this?