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saturday

saturday morning was hard. up dancing till 2(a-trak was awful for he first ten minutes...then slowly he and the crowd warmed to eachother and it was good) and then trouble sleeping due to back pain and incline related sleeping issues...

at lily allen now (when i wrote that) and people false started again... i think they just dont know what the acts look like and so stagehand after stagehand is greeted with applause and cheering.

lily was cute up there smoking a fag in her 50s popstar dress...
and her songs sounded great live...

i left during her blondie cover to head for feist... a good thirty minute walk, beautiful but unwelcome when your trying to get somewhere fast. i got there in time and found aonly slightly too formal spot in front of the stage. feist was fantastic, she has that immortal sort of weight...by "formal" i mean to say that, when i saw her i had a feeling i was seeing one of those Artists... one that will last.

saw !!!, the Beastie Boys, Iggy & the Stooges, Simian Mobile Disco and Justice too. !!!'s three drummers and the crazy-dancing front man kept us all entertained.. though i've always found a few of their songs a bit ruthless in an unenjoyable train-coming-to-run-you-over sort of way...
i caught the end of iggy on my way back from feist...i heard a roar and his voice saying "let them come" "tokyo punks"... and the massive screens showed not a stage but a swimming pool with iggy bobbing in the middle. the security, heavy set black men, hopelessly tossed boy after boy back into the crowd butto no avail. it causedin me two very conflicting emotions: the 20 to 30 year old men were hugging him... slapping his back... their broken english and, perhaps, crying was all picked up by iggy's mike... the other emotion was fear. i know what can happen when the police and the guards lose control...and i was afraid of it turning violent. iggy and the japanese announcer began to ask the "tokyo punks" to leave stage... iggy "thank you. bye bye now. thanks..." and the staff "if you dont get down we will end the show..."

they got down and i went to meet everyone for dinner.

the beastie boys..well... that was a train wreck not unlike the cure was...

both were fun.. but two of the boys sparred back and forth until one stopped replying...i think he actually walked off once... worse than their bitching was their inability to keep to the rhythm...
and the cure...or should i just say his name? his riffing on their classic songs was sometimes cool...sometimes just confusing. and he didnt actually MOVE for most of the set...

still...hearing some of my favorite songs was a dream come true.

justice was intense...though i WISH, and this isnt intended to be rude, that i had seen them somewhere with less japanese people. half the audience didnt dance and they ALL have to face the stage the whole time... BUT having said that-it was a good straight hour of dancing. their set was much darker in tone than Id thought it would be...

the s.m.d. was great too-their songs sounded great through the speakers...but my complaint about the audience is even MORE true here... where there was nothing to see...


that was saturday.

sunday i was exhausted... ill just give you a quick rundown...

pb and j (HAH) were...the most dissapointing band/artist. slightly cute.

clap your hands... was amazing. they looked and sounded fantastic... even if it was their last show and the singer had a "sore throat." i was impressed.

more soon... and sorry, this has been waiting on my phone for two months... hah

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