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I scored some freebies to the King Khan and BBQ show, so Nell and I went out last Wednesday in hopes of catching a glimpse of King Khan's belly again.
I met King Khan earlier in the day while I was working reception, and he smiled and said hi to me. I didn't even say it first, or have to stare at him to make him greet me. I think we fell in love.

Their show was at the Corner, and it was pretty full. We missed Woolen Kits, 'cos we were eating dinner, and nearly missed out on Royal Headache (who are amaaaazing, and I love them), because appaz you're not allowed to take in larger cameras. What a photography monopoly!

Being the clever cats that we are, we managed to get in with Nell's huge, fancy camera. Here are a few of her shots of the super babe that is King Khan, and his performance partner, the funny, albeit not such a cutie pie, Mark Sultan a.k.a. BBQ.

The costumes, songs and backdrop were all so amazing. Plus, they bagged the fuck out of Xavier Rudd, which was funny. It was probably my favourite show of the year thus far. We played 'Tastebuds' in the car on repeat all the way home, which is now the new favourite cunt song.

"If you have a problem with this song, you have a problem with your sexuality"- King Khan

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bad kids.

Being devoid from everything musical that was not in the form of a record or CD lately, I was OTT excited about going to see Black Lips last night at the Corner.

It started out with cups of goon and ended in cups of sweat. I think my friend put it best when he said by the end of the night his shirt was like it had just come out of the washing machine (minus the nice washing powder smell).

The UV Race supported, but they weren't as good as they where last time which was dissapointing as I had talked them up alot to my friend and he bluntly told me that they were shit. But they weren't last time- I promise! I'd heard about The Twerps before but never took the time to listen- they were really good, but I think we forgot to see most of them because it was Sabrina's cigar time.

Black Lips were amazing. It was so hot and squashed up the front, but well worth it. It was so disgusting, but so, so good. I think I am a little bit in love with the guitarst, Ian St. Pe.

It would be weird if I didn't love one of them, right?

desire be, desire go

Last night my friend and I trifled away our evening divulging in Cameron Crowe's 'Almost Famous'. Although my favourite scene is the obvious, the-singing-Tiny-Dancer-brought-us-all-back-together-again, we longed to be involved in the mosh scene of one of Stillwater's arena shows. We thought that we'd have to wait a couple of months, and spent $80 to see a band that would warrant the jump, squash and bump of the mosh, but we only had to wait less than 24 hours. All year we have only really attended gigs in Melbourne where everyone is too cool to do anything but nod and cross their arms. Or I have dragged my friends along to gigs like this, so it was my turn to be a courteous young lady and attend a gig of my friends choosing. Last time was saw Tame Impala a little light bopping occurred, but Tame Impala at the Corner Hotel tonight was an insane contradiction of this. Granted, they are slightly more mainstream than the bands we generally see, but their laid-back retrograde psych rock didn't seem it would be the place to get vigorously jumpy. I was wrong, the crowd was going fairly nuts for such a small time band, even causing the lead singer, Kevin Parker to lavish the crowd in praise for their performance. After losing my shoe, and regaining it (luckily) moments later; I retreated to the side of stage (not to the actual side of stage, rather to the left of the crowd) for the last two songs. I feel sorry for my feet, but it was worth it to have a little Stillwater moment whilst it was still fresh on my things to do list.