We're down here getting crispy and having a ball. We met a crazy Brit who wants to move down here together -- we're both media people, we're a lost breed! But, we might pass because we laid eyes on the glorious first Mr. Kittypower, otherwise known as Adam F. Our husband was doing a Q&A, patiently enduring the questions of the magazine person. I think it's pretty sad to be a high on the masthead editor of an electronic magazine and to not only be inarticulate as a motherfucker but to ask with a straight face "so, you do drum-n-bass? Hmm...what's that about?" I would've been embarassed for her if it wasn't so
infuriating. C and I joked about bumrushing the stage and coming out with our own Qs. "So Adam, have you heard that old adage 'once you go black, you never go back?' Any thoughts or comments on that one? Are you single? Looking for a girl or two to fill that open partner slot? Are you big on ass-smacking?" We don't even like blonds, but we like him.
Besides that, we've been checking the shows. Greenskeepers were pretty much bomb-like (Coban could be the crazy secret son of Eric Burdon. Catch the "Spill The Wine" video on VH1 Classic and you'll be like "whoah!") and we had a blast dancing in the sand doublefisting the free spirits. I caught an instore by guess W.H.O. She sucks! But I knew that already. I actually went with a pretty open mind hoping the charisma would overpower me and I'd become a believer. No go. It's wrong when you're wishing the background singer/dancer would ditch that other chick and launch her own shit. Such is life with hype and the like.
Posted by Candicissima at March 25, 2005 11:00 AM