Washington Social Club/Hot Hot Heat in short
1. Washington Social Club I love you. There I said it. You were far and away the best band at the evening. Keep it up and come back soon. Maybe you could even headline instead of the crap that you're touring with now.
2. Louis XIV you are derivative crap. Do you like the Strokes? Would you like the Strokes with a little more arena-rock sound? Would you like the Strokes with a little more arena-rock sound and no talent? I sure didn't.
3. Hot Hot Heat. You guys are rock stars. You're not that bad either. But really, you're not that good either. Yes "Bandages" is poppy enough for air play, and yes you really got the guy standing behind me dancing. You even got all the 14-year-old girls in the front row bouncing up and down like you'd given them pixie-stix, but somewhere deep in my heart, you left me cold.
4. How does it make you feel as an artist to start rocking out on stage and then look up to see row after row of 14 year-old girls in the audience. Seriously, we made the mistake of setting up shop on the main floor instead of securing prime balcony views, but in the end it turned out to be not that bad because everyone around us was a five foot tall little girl. I actually have not been that amused in a very long time. But back to the bands, it has to be a little disconcerting to realize that while you are attempting to be a mega-rockstar, you are actually only a teeny-bopper fad. Its got to be like a kick in the balls.
5. To the fat, drunk chick who decided to shove her way through the mass of aforementioned little girls to get to the front of the stage: I almost felt bad for you when I noticed you were agonizingly curled up in the fetal position beneath the outside ticket window. Almost.
2. Louis XIV you are derivative crap. Do you like the Strokes? Would you like the Strokes with a little more arena-rock sound? Would you like the Strokes with a little more arena-rock sound and no talent? I sure didn't.
3. Hot Hot Heat. You guys are rock stars. You're not that bad either. But really, you're not that good either. Yes "Bandages" is poppy enough for air play, and yes you really got the guy standing behind me dancing. You even got all the 14-year-old girls in the front row bouncing up and down like you'd given them pixie-stix, but somewhere deep in my heart, you left me cold.
4. How does it make you feel as an artist to start rocking out on stage and then look up to see row after row of 14 year-old girls in the audience. Seriously, we made the mistake of setting up shop on the main floor instead of securing prime balcony views, but in the end it turned out to be not that bad because everyone around us was a five foot tall little girl. I actually have not been that amused in a very long time. But back to the bands, it has to be a little disconcerting to realize that while you are attempting to be a mega-rockstar, you are actually only a teeny-bopper fad. Its got to be like a kick in the balls.
5. To the fat, drunk chick who decided to shove her way through the mass of aforementioned little girls to get to the front of the stage: I almost felt bad for you when I noticed you were agonizingly curled up in the fetal position beneath the outside ticket window. Almost.
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