" L.A. shows "

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soooooooooooo, i went to this rad show last night; it was geld at the "Henry Ford Music Box Theatre," in Hollywood. i loved it. in fact i almost couldn't remember what a big booming rockin' ass show felt like. iwhen we got there (i went with a friend of mine's vanessa yanez), there was this rip-roaring band called The Peak Show on stage tearing the shit out of everything. the lead singer, a flapper dressed super diva extending her larynx and diaphram to the limits, and dancing up a storm alongside her fellow musically hard as fudge cohorts. i was peeing, literally peeing my pants...okay not literally, but i almost felt a trickle of happiness somewhere.

they sang a number of tunes all in a joyuously positively radiant manner; heavy on drums, steady rock, deep deep thrusts of bass, and melodically hued vocal tones; the highlight of their slate being an homage to rage against the machine intro to one of their somgs....there's just something about a lady rocker belting out rage, that touches me deep inside where i am soft like a woman.

then Go Betty Go mounted the stage after a while and ruled in the girl band super kick ass high volume and high energy way. if i wasn't a fan before, i was up on their van wagon and riding alongside the demon. the drummer was so phatty; i almost wanted to sit nestled inside her bass drum and cuddle with her snare, it was so fuckin' awsome. tearing the shit out of her kit like newly formed waves upon ancient shores. and the bassist although petite in stature kept it all together with the timely exacting finger plucks that won you over.

the headliner was a smiths cover band that ruled in the most awkward way. like, i knew the words, but everyone was a tad too excited; how do you love a cover band so much? is it that they evoke memories or experiences of the original band so much? is it that they are the closest that you'll ever get to the "real thing?" truly a sight to see,; men and women alike nearly to tears scrambling together closely knit and as tight as cranny, waiting for the blessed moment that flowers would be lovingly tossed into the crowd. i think at those moments, i was so outside of what i consider my "comfort zone" that i had to move a coupla steps back...but it was fun to witness over all.

all of the guys in the crowd were so varied, it's hard to believe that such a motley crue was seen together; rockers with tats, cholo looking dudes, tiny kids with big hair, fat old men with no hair, dorks, hipsters, braided natives-looking pierced and bespectacled tranny, and others as well. all of the ladies either were dressed in everyday garb, or as i called them, clad to the nines in something i like to call, "starlet harlott" costume; sort of a modern pseudo hipster-glam-punky interpretation of a darker fifties suzy baker's daughter on the weekends making out with bobby whittaker in the back of a caddy look. it's pretty hot.

so yay L.A. damn you! i had fun.

what ever will i do?!

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