full disclosure:alison mosshart is possibly the most enthralling musician i have seen live. on thursday night the kills played a far better show energy wise then they did when i saw them last year. after making jokes about the opening bands, one whose name i don't know and the horrors, i paid clear attention to mosshart and kate moss' current baggage handler jamie hince. they proved to me why i love rock and roll shows. she always looks like she's on the prowl and that's why i find her fascinating. she is small with teased black hair and although her tiny face is just that it indeed says more when she saunters like a minx across the stage three times in less than thirty seconds. she challenges you when she's on stage and i almost hesitate to try to dislike their music because she could probably fuck me up. crazy by patsy cline was a clear surprise to me when they played it because she was soft and sweet and powerful.
i miss being young at rock shows. now i buy my seven + dollar drink and chug it down and stand amongst others younger or older than me and i feel like the seventy year old taken out for a night. i feel so geriatric; sort of like i have already turned into one of the grumbled muppets who makes flip, judgmental comments on everything. i miss dancing in the pit and not caring how i looked and getting to the front no matter the cost, even though it was sometimes my beautiful watch or an elbow in the back. now i gussy up and stand and nod and bob around. do we really need youth and alcohol to be the reasons to have a good time at shows or can the simple pleasure of being there be enough?
it should be enough.
addendum:
not musically related at all! i am having a crisis of conscience. i should be saying all kinds of no and fuck you's but i'm not. fuckin' curse.
