To the BATMOBILE
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Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Nearly a full day has passed since the Muse concert ended but the withdrawal symptoms are still obvious. Constant trembling, breaking out into cold sweat, foaming at the mouth and the unhealthy tendency to break out into my very own disastrous cover of "Stockholm Syndrome" complete with guitar riffs crudely constructed with my mouth (a la "waomaowaomaoniwniwniw"). One can't help oneself though. They were after all, awesome. With bodies flying everywhere as people attempted (poorly) at bodysurfing and sweaty men heaving their bodies in my direction (rarely an enjoyable experience), it would've appeared to be a grotesque version of Cirque de Solei had the ever efferverscent Muse not been performing. To say it was worth the $90-something ticket price, having my feet flattened by a literally - bouncing - 120kg man, my white-ish Puma Suede's blackened beyond recognition, having my face kicked in by the flying foot of a screaming (from adrenaline and partly due to the fact myself and other nearby frustrated fans sporting footprints on our faces had unceremoniously dumped him on the floor) lunatic, totting around an umbrella (something I thought was an incredibly sensible thing to do, judging by the weather as of late but was soon labelled a poof) and teenage girls rubbing their sweaty bodies on me (something I could get used to, to be honest), would be the understatement of the year. While I would just as much like to go through the minute by minute synopsis of the proceedings of the concert and the songlist, but having just spent four hours after school been immersed in my school's drama club culture on my inaugural day at the 'Independent Stage', and more or less exhausted the amount of bracketted comments I'm entitled to (even for a personal, unofficial piece of internet blog garbage), I'll slowly retire myself to bed where I'll weep myself gently to sleep, pining out loud for the comfort of... Muse. TO THE BATMOBILE! |
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highly confidential Martin Butler, or affectionally known to others as "Butler", "Butlerman", or just "Butt". -Most eligible bachelor of 2004-every year henceforth - step aside Mr.Clooney -Doesn't particularly enjoy much anymore having been desensitized as part of a cruel torturous regime a.k.a IB... -Dislikes everything he doesn't like... Nov 8th - Remember the date! MSN - butlerwantsu@hotmail.com (Add with caution) Archives
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