Nov 22, 2004 07:34
HOLYFUCKINSHITHOLYFUCKINSHITHOLYFUCKINSHIT.
That was THE singular most terrifying--not to mention A-MAZ-ING--experience I've EVER HAD.
Never have I felt so violated, ecstatic, and empowered in my whole life.
Ya know that maximum occupancy sign outside every building?
Yeah, well, they must have broken some fire law.
There were 50 lesbians grinding up against me at once.
The whole crowd's screams crashed up through me and got tangled up in the bassline, pulsing with my heartbeat.
We didn't get any pictures at the concert, cause we gave our bags to coat check, for fear of having them smashed in the girly moshpit, but we got a couple afterwards.
"Modest Mouse Girl" as we affectionately named her, because of her awesome shirt, talked and laughed and screamed and yelled with us and she was totally awesome.
But not. as. awesome. as. Le tigre.
If that show doesn't turn you dyke.
Nothing will.
Seriously. If I didn't like boys so much, I would SO be a lesbian right now.
We were five feet away.
Easily. Maybe less.
Kathleen Hannah SMILED at me.
I nearly orgasmed, I swear.
And in the middle of Keep on Livin', JD (who I found surprisingly adorable.) pointed DIRECTLY. AT. ME.
this is your time, this is your life, and...
I still get shivers and my heart skips a beat when I think about it.
I felt like I was gonna pass out or throw up or die from the heat, but I couldn't tear myself away from their cutesy dance routines and familiar beats.
They passed a water bottle back, each of us taking a swig, asking no questions, just thankful for something to save us from fainting right there, in fear of missing the show.
Modest Mouse Girl said it was the craziest concert she had ever been to, and she had been to 4 Le Tigres.
In conclusion,
Le Tigre owns you.
m.
Also:
Is it bad that I was madly excited by the lead singer from Lesbians on Ecstasy in a leather hat and leather gloves, singscreamtalkyelling about s&m roleplaying?
Cause I was.