Ting One and Ting Two

“They call me Hell
They call me Stacey
They call me Her
They call me Jane, that’s not my name” That’s Not My Name - The Ting Tings

My real names (first and last) have been massacred beyond recognition, so I have my own meanings hinged on “That’s Not My Name”. Yeesh, I sure do miss dating Euro trash, as you only have to tell them your name once. They take pronunciation as seriously as Americans take their junk food (we have coalitions even just for Miracle Whip). Here in the US I’ve given up on my names. When introduced, I tell people what I’m called, because before when I would give the real moniker, they just stared blankly waiting for other options anyways. They simply don’t even try anymore.

My real name is Nastaosyhjhneioahiahygyijikejlm, so I don’t see what the big deal is, but whatev, dolphins can say it and that’s all that really matters.

Ting One and Ting Two, aka Jules and Katie, are The Ting Tings. They hail from northern England, where everyone is over them, but we here in Florida still like to shake our things to the Tings.

Jules has a condition where he gets epileptic types of seizures, so the band requests small venues where they can somewhat control the gigs. In preventing the attacks there is no smoking, flash photography, strobe lights, or ugly people permitted so I and my ten friends basically had the place to ourselves. Ooooh I kid about the ugly people. They were in full force as usual and I love them for it.

The crowd was in full on dance mode from the second the Tings and their devices were audible until they eventually evaporated into the Florida humidity. The sound was perfect and the band did not disappoint.

I didn’t have high expectations since they only have one album out, and they are a mere two piece, but I really enjoyed the show.

My only gripe was ticket prices being a tad steep for such a short set. Cover songs are not the evil they’re made out to be when in need of a time stretch and I would’ve loved to have seen what they would’ve selected to interpret for us. Other than that, they rocked and so did the after party (maybe a little too hard heh).

The video I took has shit sound quality, but it’s got O’Brian (my friend in the red tee) rockin’ out, heheheh, so that makes up for it.

(I suggest you press "play" and then "pause" quickly so that the video loads all the way. Then press "play" and you might avoid the skips or whatever happens once it's youtubed.)