We have been trying to destroy our hire car’s stereo with Lil Wayne’s No Ceiling mixtape.No luck yet, but we have it distorted enough that every time Weezy hollers “No Ceilings” it sounds like he’s saying “New Zealand”.Which he should be shouting anyway.
BBE plays with a Kings of Leon wannabe band with a front man that hates Americans. Ironic? Definitely sad.I also don’t understand this manner of thinking. I get it if you hate rapists.But a whole group of people who happen to live on a large land mass?It’s like saying “I hate food”.Sure, there are some terrible things out there, but I generally like most of the stuff I try, or at least appreciate them for what they are.I feel the same way about people.Most of the people I meet around the world are interesting and intriguing.This dude, not so much.
The show that night is pretty great, and I get to watch it from behind two couches of girls sipping wine and dressed up as exotic cats.Chloe the promoter is a peach and takes five star care of us with homemade lasange and some bottles of wine of our own.We all pass out to watching Life with David Attenborough, and its internet counterpart, I Hate Nature.
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