Leeds Festival 2005, I made a deal with a friend: He’d watch Four Tet with me if I’d watch Kasabian with him. I agreed, even though watching Kasabian would mean missing the Pixies.
He didn’t hold up his part of the deal, but I held up mine.
While Kasabian were pretty good on that initial album’s tour, they were not in the slightest bit good at Leeds. And it meant missing the Pixies. And I still had to watch Four Tet alone.