The Streets
+ Lady Sovereign
Webster Hall
June 27, 2006
[foto stolen from The High 5 Queen]Why do I even bother writing concert reviews when it seems like
Maude Dern and
Susic Mobbery are in attendance at every one I go to (which isn't that high of a number, since eating is my #1 extracurricular activity). I'm not going to complain, cause they both boviously have great taste in music and both have thighs worthy of
humping. Plus they both bring cameras so I don't have to, cause mine sux anywayzyz. The gist of all this? Just read
Ms and
Mr's sites daily and you'll soon be the coolest cat since
MC Skat KatAnywayz, enuff of the praise, and more about my malaise of writing concert reviews. I mean, what can one really say about show after show? Did it rock? Did I
shvitz more than
David Berkowitz? Was I more wasted than Robert Downey Jr in
Less Than Zero? Balls the above, and then some, and then some more, and a bag of chips, and then some bags of
Utz.
Although things didn't start off well when everyone's flavorite UK tongue twistin midget took to the stage. Poor
Lady Sov. First off, as many of you know, American audiences are the brat wurstest. They don't respond to what's going on on stage unless the artist prompts them too (unless of course we're talking about Radiohead cause if they popped popcorn on stage for 7 hours straight, people would still tear off their clothes and scream like
Wilhelm), and the Yanks weren't givin the Lady any love. It didn't help that Lady Sov's ear pretty much hexploded while performing. She was visibly upset and kept complaining about it. I mean, she is a girl. But although Webster Hall's sound blows, she doesn't. I hope her ear recovers and she rox the
Nikki Cox when I see here at Lolla in August. And even though she has the body of a 12 year old boy, there's something hextremely sexy about her and I wish I was
Zach, but I guess I was too
slow to take action
As for my main maine mayne man
Mike Skinner, dude is on a forkin roll. In my mumble opinion, at this point in time (at least until Air's next album is released), The Streets are the best act in the world. I know that sounds crazier than a basement in the Alamo, since he's juss a dirty chav who talks about
shit-in-a-tray merchants, but I really do bee leave that. I'd do anything for him. Even clean his trainers (dem be what is known as 'sneakers' in our lame country) with my tongue. I'd even take a bullet for him (as well as the
BlogFather). Although I'd probably rather protect him from people throwing trainers at him. Huh? Whatevs. Dude, Skinner and his live band, including his eggsalad singing partner, put on a top notch show with show stoppin tunes that notch tops!!! It also didn't hurt that he force fed the audience liquor, made us squat on the ground on 3 given occasions, and kept mentioning how he's gonna run in the NY Marathon (I better start training too if i want run wit him and give him endless
HJs).
Please tell me you own all three of his albums. They are more magical than David Blaine humming the Cars' 'Magic' while doin some
Presto Magix underwater for a week. If yer missin the boat, it's never too late to climb aboard. I'll make sure
Isaac is there to greet you wit a smile, and some
marlon (that's Skinner for 'brandy')
pee es - forgot to mention how pissed I was he didn't play 'Hotel Expressionism' [
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See also
+
The Streets Are Alive With The Sound Of Music+
7th Heaven
