nkotbsb concert

previous: wistful nostalgia

i’ve been to about twenty shows in the past year,
but i haven’t been this excited in like, forever.

chanh smiled and sang along,
suzanne would clap and say, “yay! whoo!” every few songs,
but tc and i were standing up for most of the show,
screaming and dancing like maniacal teenage groupies.
i think i even cried a little when they sang, “i’ll be loving you (forever).”

but it was a bit awkward seeing 40 year old women dressed up in homemade tee-shirts,
with their hands on their bellies,
swinging their legs left and right, doing the new kids dance.

still, such a wonderful night revisiting childhood.
 

currently listening to:
total guilty pleasure.
i was like, hey girl can i get your number.

summertime

just ain't gonna work out

adam’s been working on nikki jean‘s upcoming album,
so we decided to stop by her show at webster hall.


 

she opened for mayer hawthorne,
who captivated my heart for the night.


 

currently listening to:
adam calls it the eddie kendricks song.
i know i was drunk, but

this song
was magical live.

hall & oates, coney island

so many great classics.
all the geriatrics kept the vibe chill
while we kept jumping up and down screaming.

david.

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alex.

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by the taco stand in the alley way.

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it’s pretty pathetic how poor i am right now,
but surprisingly, this is the happiest i’ve been in a long time.

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[on the way back, by phan]
 

currently listening to:
“adam adam adam! guess what!”
“what?”
“it’s mah sooooooong.”

she’s a rich girl

depeche mode

nosebleeds.

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but so f’in epic when

strangelove
dropped.
massive madison sq. garden stadium just went nuts.

also can’t believe dave gahan joined the band at 18 and is still going strong at 47.

play it now. my baby..

i lost my voice screaming with joey, cat and tom
during the encore performance.

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“you are the sun, i am the moon.
you are the words, i am the tune. play me.”

corniest lyrics ever,
but coming from him,
it was like.. magic.

"it wasn't one of your finer moments."

i withdrew $140 prior to the underworld concert.
by the end of the night, i was left with nada!

“excuse me miss, can you spare some change?”
“no, sorry sir, i spent it all on beer.”

yeah, the underworld concert became
one of those fuzzy nights..

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where i wake up in the morning with
hieroglyphical chicken scratch all over my arms

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and an indecent tattoo on my left shoulder.

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yeah, it was one of those nights.

rawk on.

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britney spears concert

as most of you already know, my mom RULES.
as a thank you gift for doing my parents tax return this year,
mom gave me two tickets to the britney spears concert.
since joey is such a britney groupie, i invited him along tonight.
we had loads of fun in the cesspool of screaming pubescent girls
in skimpy halter tops and hoochie pleaded skirts.

joey: “dood. they should require these girls to wear tags that say either ‘i am under 18′ or ‘i am over 18.'”

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creative photography through binoculars, through camera lens:
britney in fur.

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a wet, scantily clad britney.

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a not-so-pretty close up.

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neil diamond concert with joey, faruk…

highlight: singing along with over 10,000 giddy, screaming 50+ year old women,
“SWEET CAROLINE.. DUN DUN DUN! GOOD TIMES NEVER SEEM SO GOOD! so good! so good!”

veanne: “oh man.. this is fucking amazing.. is it neil or is it the..”
joey: “nah ve, it’s neil.. it’s neil.”