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F**king Kaiser Chiefs? Rubbish. Not ‘aving any of that nonsense, they’re just a bad Blur. I'm not having it - they wear make-up and their kecks are skintight.
- Liam Gallagher
I`ll bet you anything that an Oasis gig doesn`t have a tenth of the energy shown during a Kaiser Chiefs` gig. I`m basing this opinion on last`s nights show in the Astoria, which was packed tight, humid, smokey and filled with hands in the air and legs drumming down on the floorboards as if they wanted to blow a crater in the building.
We arrived late, when the second support band was almost done. We grabbed our beers and squeezed our way to somewhere close to the centre. When they were done (I couldn`t catch their name), I managed to find![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dawnkitten in the front, hanging on to the railings for dear life while her boyfriend fended off the randy 13 years old boys that populated the place.
When the Kaiser Chiefs came on stage, the place roused into a yell, followed by bouncing as they broke into some song that reminded me of the Toy Dolls.
What followed was a short but intense gig, with fun jumping around, beer dousings, strobe lights, tons of lyrics that mentioned tits or breasts (which the singer even acknowledged at one point), a few crowd surfers and the costumary chants for an encore. It was all over too soon.
I found Dawn again and she showed me the drumstick she managed to snag. I got lost from my friends and had to line up with the 13 year olds, who had probably experienced their first gig ever. Everyone looked happy and chilled out, which is essentially what every good gig should be about.
Ended the night on a wrong note by stopping at Paddington Station`s Burger King and ordering the biggest meal I could find - XL Double Cheese Burger Bacon. Had to lie on the couch afterwards for 2 hours and a half tryiing to digest that monster, so I watched Donnie Darko and a bit of tv to pass time.
Today, did the pool, did soup at lunch, did the library, and now I`m going to do a book - missionary position. Have a good weekend, my sweet chunky monkeys!
- Liam Gallagher
I`ll bet you anything that an Oasis gig doesn`t have a tenth of the energy shown during a Kaiser Chiefs` gig. I`m basing this opinion on last`s nights show in the Astoria, which was packed tight, humid, smokey and filled with hands in the air and legs drumming down on the floorboards as if they wanted to blow a crater in the building.
We arrived late, when the second support band was almost done. We grabbed our beers and squeezed our way to somewhere close to the centre. When they were done (I couldn`t catch their name), I managed to find
dawnkitten in the front, hanging on to the railings for dear life while her boyfriend fended off the randy 13 years old boys that populated the place. When the Kaiser Chiefs came on stage, the place roused into a yell, followed by bouncing as they broke into some song that reminded me of the Toy Dolls.
What followed was a short but intense gig, with fun jumping around, beer dousings, strobe lights, tons of lyrics that mentioned tits or breasts (which the singer even acknowledged at one point), a few crowd surfers and the costumary chants for an encore. It was all over too soon.
I found Dawn again and she showed me the drumstick she managed to snag. I got lost from my friends and had to line up with the 13 year olds, who had probably experienced their first gig ever. Everyone looked happy and chilled out, which is essentially what every good gig should be about.
Ended the night on a wrong note by stopping at Paddington Station`s Burger King and ordering the biggest meal I could find - XL Double Cheese Burger Bacon. Had to lie on the couch afterwards for 2 hours and a half tryiing to digest that monster, so I watched Donnie Darko and a bit of tv to pass time.
Today, did the pool, did soup at lunch, did the library, and now I`m going to do a book - missionary position. Have a good weekend, my sweet chunky monkeys!
