This whole live large thing is really wearing me down. If I keep up this sort of hectic social life, I'm going to have to quit my job. Which means that I will not be able to go down. Which means that I will have nothing to blog. Which is the worst case scenario people, let's think positive.
On Friday night, I went to Mercury Lounge to hear Lenka perform. Don't know who Lenka is? Neither did I before Ticketmaster.com e-mailed me its weekly sales listing and I thought oh me youtube these performers since I haven't heard of oh say 95% of them and then apply my litmus test of if the tickets are less than $25 and I don't despise at least 2 songs and affirmatively like at least 2 songs then I should purchase tickets as part of my I LIVE IN NEW YORK AND I DO NEW YORK THINGS (b/c otherwise why do I pay so much rent I might as well go and live in other places (like Sierra Leone??)). Anyway, so off I went.
The opening act sucked. Some singer named Colin Smith (I have a friend from Sierra Leone named Colin Smith and let me tell you he would have been a FAR better performer) who was crapola. Lame jokes and lame lyrics.
Lenka was cute. Sort of like Lily Allen but less witty lyrics (did I just confess that I find some of Lily Allen's songs funny?). Ah, this blog is such a confessional. Fine, go ahead and judge me. Anyway, she had happy, chirpy songs and sometimes you want to be happy and chirpy, so I went along for the ride.
All in all good times. I don't love Mercury Lounge and it's in the LES (the Lower! East! Side! so farrr) but it's all good.
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I'm impressed with your willingness to LES. B/c, yeah, too friggin far. I wonder if your newfound NYCness will get overly burdensome/prejudicial.
please more creativity with the titles please
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