i am pleased to report that the mullet-to-mohawk ratio at the billy idol show is totally even. suckas payed fifty bucks for billy, but because bob is super music writerman, we got in for free and i got to wear a press pass sticker.
the best part of the show:
me: that girl is cute, right? (pointing to girl)
bob: yeah. (thinking) she looks like she would make a good gumbo.
the worst part of the show:
billy idol is a cheeseball. he changed "l.a. woman" to "PORTLAND WOMAN" and the lyrics to "hot in the city" (my favorite of his songs, hands down) to accomodate his portland crowd.
the pictures i got weren't great because in the very front by the stage, the crowd was super-scary: date rapist frat boys and girls who (i am NOT joking) threw their bras at billy, who looks like he's been embalmed. he can still sing, though!
xo
p.s. up until a few years ago, my dad thought a mullet was just a fish.
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