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Monday, April 10, 2006

Religious Experience

I heard the voice of God at the 9:30 Club last night. She silenced the entire club with her siren's song. She wore a Dr. Pepper t-shirt and a gold sequined over-shirt thing that could only look good on her. She not-so-secretly loves R. Kelly. She wants President Bush to know that she hates him.

Neko Case is simply divine.



I also got to hold a pair of bright red underwear emblazoned with the words "Bloody Motherfucking Asshole" while Martha Wainwright signed them for my friend (no, seriously, they were for my friend... I could never squeeze into panties that small). Martha opened for Neko, and she was awesome, too (and she also proclaimed to be hung over and wearing a bra that was too small). If Neko is a god(dess), then Martha is a (hung over, cleavagey) demigod(dess).

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