Friday, October 2, 2015

Chicken bones and British import pop

Saw these guys at a little club in Boulder years ago. The lead singer was wearing some kind of skinny pants, skinny jeans, something dreadful of that sort. He played and sang with one supremely narrow leg up on the monitor in front of him.

I was up near the front and felt (and kind of had the urge to do so) that I could just reach up and snap his leg like a chicken bone. Dude needed to eat a box of Twinkies, something, anything with a rich, creamy center.

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