Wolf Parade at The Paradise

Photo of Wolf Parade in Barcelona taken by kurren

It started out promising. My friend Rich called me up early in the day, asking me if I want tickets to the Wolf Parade show later that night. I'm not working and my wife is in Maine so I figure, why not. I like Wolf Parade. The doors open at 8, there's 1 band before Wolf Parade, so they'll likely go on around 10. That means I can see them for about 45 minutes before I have to jet out and catch the last Salem train out of North Station at 11:30. That means I can stick around until about 10:45, which is about a 45 minute set. So that's cool.

I get on the train to Boston, and the ticket guy just says to me, "Thanks for waiting" and doesn't charge me. Fuck yeah. Free train ticket. Free concert ticket. I'm liking this. So far, I haven't spent a dime.

I get to The Paradise and ask the door guy what the set times are and he tells me 9:00 and 10:15. Damnit. I just lost 1/3 of the Wolf Parade set right there. Eventually, Rich's friends (guys with the ticket) show up and we go in. The opening band, Wintersleep, doesn't go on until 9:20 or so. What the fuck. I hate that. They have all fucking day to get set up and shit. Nothing is stopping them from going on before 9:00 except the fact that that's when they're scheduled to go on. But no. Dicking around, getting drinks, whatever the hell it is bands do before they go on stage, just cost me half of my remaining time with Wolf Parade.

Wolf Parade goes on about 10:25/30. I see about 5 songs. They open with "You Are A Runner And I Am My Father's Son," they play a few more, and I leave right after "Dear Sons And Daughters Of Hungry Ghosts." Two great songs. And considering I only paid about 10 bucks that evening going to see a sold out show of Wolf Parade, I guess I should be happy. But I just hate when shows start late and I especially hate the goddamn MBTA. The last train on a Saturday night is 11:30? Really? Buncha babies.