If you think you’re too cool for school, or just too cool for Lollapalooza, then just stop reading (Joie).
The first day of Perry Farrell’s orgasmic musical extravaganza is nearly upon me. What am I to do? How am I to proceed? Here’s how:
After arising at half-past a monkey’s ass (monkeys, Joie!!), I plan on cruising into the Aqualung show fashionably late and after that it’s on like Dave’s Mom…
2:30 - eels
3:30 - Stars
4:30 - Ryan Adams (he’s so hot right now…)
5:30 - Iron & Wine vs. The Secret Machines (two acts so different it’s like a cook-off between a field mouse and a whippit dealer)
6:30 - My Morning Jacket (I just relieved the local Jewel store of their entire stock of adult diapers…I’m *that* convinced (love you, Dave) that I’ll piss myself during this show)
7:30 - Violent-Femmes
8:30 - Death Cab (I’ll be in the front row cursing Ben Gibbard’s name…)
And that’s that. If you don’t like my choices, leave me a scathing comment…or just cram it up your cramhole.
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Yum.
I wish I were there.
Did you need your diapers for MMJ? How were the Femmes?
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Comment by joiezabel — August 3, 2006 @ 10:45 pm
death cab over ween? your emo-ness makes me yawn.