Parquet Courts

We are troubled by your soft curiosity
But delighted to be anti everything you were taught
Are you put off by our footloose fluidity?
Have your hurt caucasian feelings left you so distraught?

Ray has got tickets for a Parquet Courts gig in Glasgow. We drive the rush hour M8, arriving to traditional west coast rain.

SWG3 is by the river near Finniestoun. We eat cheap fish suppers then drink expensive, venue IPA.

The support, Music City, are dire, but Parquet Courts rip it up from the first track. The place is mobbed. I overheat, crammed in behind some towering people, unable to see or breathe.

At the back of the hall, by the bar, there is air and space. I soak up the final half hour in comfort, seated, which is suits the subdued, rambling penultimate instrumental.

There is no encore. The crowd hadn’t responded well to the singers claim that Scotland is the Texas of Europe - and he was sulking.