I really hadn’t expected to get so far forward. At 5.30, I was still stuck at work 70 miles away. ‘You knew you had no time, but you let the day drift away’, plus a strong element of, ‘don’t say it’s easy to follow a process’ conspired to ensure that I wasn’t going to get away early. Then, having got quite caught up in normal, Friday-night M6 traffic, made a little bit worse by high winds, I arrived after the first support band had started, and made my way to a middling-decent standing place as best I could.
So there we were waiting for our heroes for, frankly, a heck of a time. I did overhear one entertaining conversation behind me – a girl questioning her menfok about the band we were about to see. It went something like this:
Girl: “What do Editors look like?”
I heard some baffled muttering and the odd “pardon?” from the guys. One of them pointed out that she’d already seen them on TV.
“No,” she persisted. “But do they have a lead singer?”
We wondered about this. We felt the answer, “does the Pope wear pants?” was maybe a bit vulgar, under the circs.
“Yes, but is he hot?”
No one in her group was able to reply to this, probably because they were too busy laughing.
9.30. Come on, guys, it’s a long drive home for those of us who don’t live in Birmingham.
And then, suddenly, there they were, doing ‘Camera’, a favourite of mine, so I, for one, instantly forgave them the long wait and the rubbish motorway journey. Everyone surged forward and I was carried forward, too.
Tom told us this was the biggest gig they’d ever done. This surprised me slightly, but I guess festivals don’t count. It certainly had the most amazing atmosphere – it felt like a proper homecoming and we were all so proud of them.
It’s something that always strikes me when I see Editors play (this was my fifth time, by the way). Editors fans are nice. They look after each other much more effectively than the crowds that follow other bands. Everyone knows all the words, we’re all united in something that closely resembles worship, and, though we’re quite a diverse bunch, we’re a proper community.
The band were on brilliant form, too – this was a special gig for them and that really came across. Highlights for me were ‘An End Has a Start’, ‘Escape the Nest’, ‘The Weight of the World’, ‘All Sparks’, ‘Munich’ … we were all so glad we’d found this, and we would have been happy to keep singing about it all night.
I also loved their version of ‘Lullaby’. I thought it worked really well, especially following on from ‘Spiders’, though it confused some of the audience – I guess there are people who don’t listen to Radio 1 and/or aren’t old enough to remember The Cure. I overheard one young guy say to another, ‘It’s a new song’, which showed just how well they’d succeeded in making the song their own, as they say on The X-Factor.
All too soon, they were doing ‘Bones’ and ‘Fingers In the Factories’, and off they went, leaving us to calculate which songs were left for the encore. Well, it was ‘The Racing Rats’ of course, then the magical ‘You Are Fading’, and finally, the huge, uplifting finale of ‘Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors’.
Thank you, Tom, Chris, Russell and Ed. I can’t wait to see you again at Ally Pally on Thursday.