Happy New Year, my dear gig wh*res, and how did Father Christmas Treat you this Christmas?
It seems I have neglected you during 2010 but I will be jumping back on the blog bandwagon as it seems to be the 'in' thing to do this year. Whoot!
Looking back on 2010 with misty eyes, I am trying to remember what gigs I went to. I mean, I can't possibly have only gone to see Lady Gaga?! Can I? And she came on at 8:30pm which is very early. I got my money's worth, which is only right and proper as the tickets came to more money than a gentlewoman should ever reveal she paid for a gig ticket. Alas this means I didn't see the support act which means I really may have only seen Lady Gaga. Shocking.
Anyway a quick scuttle in the mind banks shows that I can remember quite a few details so I'll scribe them now before they grow legs and run away.
The theme was surprisingly monster's ball. Gaga and her friends were on their way to an innocent ball of monsters when their car breaks down. All hell breaks loose as they trawl their scared buttocks through a gastly fearful neighbourhood where giant monsters have to be killed using camera flashes and santas are beheaded to ensure atheists and non-believers don't get upset with the Christmas tidings. Sometimes they got captured by freaks and covered in blood; sometimes their clothes would be see through (THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!). Eventually her friends run off to get clean pants and Gaga sings Bad Romance with a massive song and dance performance involving shiney disco ness and all things joyful. Amen, Mother Monster. Well done!
Best song: Ooh a tie up between Papa-Papa-ratzeeeee and my favourite Bad Romance.
Best part: The Warhol philosophy 5 minutes and the glorious amounts of fake blood
Worst part: Why did they say no cameras and then let everyone else in with one?! Bastidos! I has no photios now :(
Monday, 10 January 2011
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