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We really thought Franz Ferdinand was over — however, sometimes we set our clocks a little fast over here, it's true. We're impatient! We KNOW a band is going to get really popular for five minutes and then everyone will turn up their noses and pretend they never liked them. (Anyway, it looked pretty over on Tuesday when I walked into the Union Square Virgin store and people were watching their in-store appearance as if a perhaps exciting but also rather ugly albino cockroach had suddenly crawled onto their dinner plates.) Still: inside, two views from the show.

A few months ago, Franz Ferdinand weren't even a blip on the radar, but tonight (one album and a major label later) they packed Webster Hall to the gills. The VIP section was a who's who of the rock n' roll world: Albert Hammond of the Strokes, accompanied by a very John-circa-'72-looking Sean Lennon, Chris Martin of Coldplay, Johnny Knoxville canoodling with Kate Moss, comedian Dave Atell, the girls of the New York indie band, Palomar, who played a show with Franz Ferdinand earlier this year at the Coral Room, the boys of the Oranges Band who played earlier in the night, Sons and Daughters (ditto) and on and on and on.

And:

In all my 27 years of living it was the first time a show actually lived up to all its hype. Franz was brilliant and even the hipsters lost their "I'm too cool to dance" vibe and totally rocked out.

Like many other Gawker readers, I feared having to fight for space with a sea of NYU students summering in the east village. But the crowd was actually a happy mix of teenage hipsters and jaded industry types. And everyone was so friendly! Granted I WAS wearing a low cut blouse, but that really couldn't explain how many time some stranger turned to me and said, "Yeah! Franz rocks! Are you a big fan?" It was as if evryone took some sort of happy pill before the show. Or Maybe Franz just has that affect on people.

However, if SOMEONE could explain why it was so humid inside then I will be a happier lady. I mean, it was a fab show and all, but my hair suffered.