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Wednesday, February 2
Last night's Arcade Fire show at Webster Hall was a first of firsts for your Papa Thigh Master. I think I'm either officially gettin old or in the early stages of catching the flu, either way, the umpossible became possible. After attending a fine pre-AF show drink-a-thon put together by the luscious Mrs LinkThiefIsm that featured some of your favorite peeps of the blogosphere, me and Megbot (M&M) headed on over to the Hall to finally see the band that everyone has been hyping as the next Franz Ferdinand, Killers, Jesus, and/or Krispy Kreme Donuts. And the verdict, their live show sounds udderly franztastic. Too bad I couldn't tell you how the whole show was cause both M&M fell asleep on a couch during some part of the show. Yep, you red that write, we both feel the hell asleep. That has never happened to me in my life. Maybe I'm slowly turning into my mother who passes out in 75% of the movies she sees. Anywho, after my brief nap, I woke up dazed and semi-confused to the sound of the crowd gettin all lute-a-kris. The kids effin love em. I think if Arcade Fire took a dump on stage, the hipsters would proclaim it as the greatest moment in music history. I bet if the lead singer picked his nose and sold the boogers on eBay, it would fetch more duckets than a drive-thru peep show. Whatevs, I won't be passed out when I see them at Coachella, just ODing on frozen chocolate covered bananananas.
[pic via Brooklyn Vegan]
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