0 Killin' It

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Note: This is a late post.

Sometimes there are just those moments when you decide on something spontaneously and you end up patting yourself on the back for making such a good call. Well, let's just say I would be patting myself with my arms and legs on the back if I could. You see, I've been dying to watch the band, The Killers for quite some time now. They passed by L.A. last year, around the time when I was about to watch Madonna but I couldn't find any tickets on sale...lo and behold, The Killers was going to perform again this May but somehow I never ever ever ever ever heard anything about it until a week and a half before they were about to perform. *insert googley eyes* Thank God for the internet and fickle-minded people, I got lucky and finally got a hold of some tickets!

I'll make this short and simple...Brandon Flowers (lead singer) is not only handsome rock band chic, he has a bewildering presence that could carry the band onstage as a whole. He's fun to watch, his voice is flawless and you won't have to experience those episodes of slight teeth-clenching, thinking if he's gonna make that high note without a hitch or not. An artist/band is considered legit when they sound as good playing live as they do on CD, or even better. Believe me when I say that they sound way better live than their studio-recorded versions---yes, they are THAT good. This is by far the only concert I've been to that everyone in the crowd was singing along from start to finish. Every. Single. One.

Do you know that they're a locally-grown American band from Las Vegas? Smack me in the face and call me Barbara but I really thought they were a British band since their music always reminded me of new wave/ 80's songs, even the lyrics and some of their music videos show some resemblance of that great music genre.

And um, Brandon? He's just mighty fine. Mighty hot and mighty fine in a 1960's Vintage shirt from the Levi's Vintage collection. He originally came out on stage with a moto jacket but my hard drive bonked out and being so smart as I always am, I didn't backup any of my data. And thus, no moto pic.





I can't imagine how the band kept up since they were performing from one song to another with virtually no breaks in between.  Despite the fact that my legs were killing me from standing for 3 hours before they finally came out and I was trying to be a steady human tripod while recording videos, I had the bestestestestest time ever.

Note: The video quality is good, but had a bit of a shaky hand 'coz the peeps in front of me were blocking my lens. Audio as usual sucks and didn't do any justice at all to the band's performance. I tried to record every single song until my two batteries went dead on me. Tee-hee. 
Enjoy the visuals, anyway! 

P.S. Don't forget to select the HD option when playing the videos!
P.P.S. Sorry not sorry for always zooming in and out of Brandon's face.

They sang a nice cover of Tommy James & The Shondells' I Think We're Alone Now
This is so embarrassing but you can actually hear my sister and I scream and sing so freakin' off-key haha.



I totally went nuts when they started playing All These Things I've Done.


I always admire the depth in their lyrics. Here they are performing Smile Like You Mean It.



Before Brandon sang Read My Mind, he sings California Girls just to get the girls all giddy...


Here they are performing Spaceman.



If they ever come to your town, purchase the VIP tix (if available--my event didn't have any but we nabbed tickets that we were the closest to the stage) because they are WORTH EVERY SINGLE PENNY AND MORE. This group of talented musicians were meant to be banded together. I hope to see them play until my future kids are old enough to watch concerts so I can drag their hineys and they can sink to the floor while they watch their mom girlfaning over a bunch of old dudes. mwahahaha!

Here's my sister, Kiwi and I squishing our way as close to the front as possible.



And to end this post, here's a random side-view picture of a (surfer) dude we were kinda stalking 'coz he was kinda cute. Hello, cheekbones. 



Mobile phones are indeed a stalker's bestfriend.

Toodles!

0 Happy Birthday Skyler!

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Today is April 16 and my one and only partner-in-crime turns 8 years old. It was absolutely love at first bite sight when I met Skyler. He was only 3 months then and boy, did he give me one too many heart attacks along the way. From chasing him around constantly as he managed to escape from his harness/leash to jumping out of a moving car to eating up all my designer shoes for dinner to a king-size bed space hogger to being my only constant companion, even when I took out my bad days on him.

He is the reason why I've become such a strong advocate against animal cruelty, especially to pet animals. You give a dog a piece of your heart, he gives all of his in a heartbeat.

Happy Birthday, my Pachu-chum. You get extra treats today---who the heck am I kidding, you get extra treats everyday!

I posted this before but this pic means a lot because this was the first time that we met and I knew I couldn't let go!


Toodles!

0 The Swedish Finale

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Note: This is a late post.

Who's gonna save the world tonight? Swedish House Mafia...that's who! The electro dance trio are trotting around the globe for their final tour, aptly called One Last Tour, before they split and do their own thang. For those of you old-timer ravers (think PVD, ATB, Daft Punk scene) who can't keep up anymore of the current glowstick-filled parties, SHM group is composed of Dj's Axwell, Steve Angello and Sebastian Ingrosso.


 Anyhoo, it's been quite awhile since I've been to a dance music event (last one I've been to was Paul Van Dyk or was it Chicane?! Holy Shawarma, I am old) so I decided to just give it a go. I guess you can say it's only fitting that I'm tipping off my hat to the final days of my 20's by bobbing my head, pumping my fists in the air and mane-smacking everyone in the face with some of my hair strands left on someone else's mouth. Yeah, I rock like that.

Before I spill all the stuff black mail dreams are made of, let me tell you now about the crazy before the real craziness happened. Picture one of the busiest, horrifying freeways in the U.S. versus the person who has lived in the greater LA area for the past 10 years but has never taken the plunge to hell drive on the notorious 10 freeway. And then picture me finding out that I had to drive my sister and myself to downtown, using this said freeway---during rush hour. Let's just say there were some sweaty palms and a couple of Hail Mary's involved.

Now for the fun part!

With every bit of us squished like a pack of sardines, I tried my bestestestestestestest to hold still and take some photos and short videos. Regrettably, I wasn't able to take a lot since the rain was pouring over us and  I was too much of a pussy to risk my camera getting soaked. Oh, and I was busy going crazy just like everyone else was...yea, that too.

Scattered rain + muddy dance floor + Half-naked men/ pretty-much-naked women + about 30,000 people + Otto Knows + Nero + Alesso + SHM = One crazy mutha of a night.

It was my little sister's first rave and she enjoyed it so much despite the wet, cold rain and sardines part!






My poor little camera couldn't take the loud bass that the audio recording is so scratchy! Boo.
Anyhoo, here are some snippets of senseless dancing and jumping around. Dont forget to select HD quality:

Alesso on stage. He's a bit of a cutie.


Lose My Mind


Dont You Worry Child - FYI, there is a woman cussing in this video and it ain't me. Mmmmk?


Their final song for the night, Save The World...and some random girl's pits. Ha!


Like what I say about going to concerts and events, it always pays to prepare. Since this was an outdoor rave event, it only means that the weather may well be your friend or your worst enemy and you're bound to ruin your outfit one way or another. Always check for the weather forecast, it'll pretty much dictate on what you should and shouldn't wear. I wanted to dress to the nines but there's no way in hell that I was going to risk ruining my premium stuff so off I went to the mall to find cheap alternatives.

In my case, I needed a cheap  pair of boots to stand on the muddy ground and a cross body bag/clutch that was big enough to keep the essentials like tickets, cash, driver's license, wet wipes, lipstick and a compact camera. I survived the rave but needless to say, there were definitely some casualties...


The clutch couldn't withstand all the jumping that one of the straps detached in the middle of the show and ended up on the muddy ground...See that little leather piece hanging with the chain? Yep, it ripped right off. I got it for cheap at H&M so my heart isn't bleeding. It's a bad photo of the bag but it's actually pretty cute with the tassel detail (you can see it peeking through on the lower left) and the little chain strap.


Not realizing that I was clutching a muddy purse all throughout the last half of the show, I got home and saw this...

* Is it me or does this angle make me look like I have a bulge where I'm not supposed to...Ha!* I really love the black shirt I have underneath. It reads, "BAD DREAMS ARE MADE OF ME"


Thanks for screwing up this picture, Mr. Fat Fingers.


SHM threw a spectacular and overwhelming show so it was sad to see them go. Parting is such sweet sorrow...but alas,we must party on...tugsh tugsh tugsh.

Toodles!
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