Thank you to everyone who stopped by the Spin booth during Market Days to say hello. It certainly made my day to see so many handsome men who knew my name. And hello Michael from Gentry. You handsome man, you. I must make it a point to come visit you soon.
I spent both days working with my brothers and sisters of Spin, both enjoying and hating the music of the festival. We were parked near the Belmont stage, and let me tell you, we had all the depressing-granola-lesbian music you could want. Some of those girls were so dark, we were all scrambling to find the box cutter. Thankfully it never surfaced.
There were some highlights though. On Saturday, a band called Libido Funk Circus really strutted their stuff with lots of fun hit tunes. They were certainly upbeat and happy, and got the crowd energized and into the mood of the festival. They were followed by the ROTC boys who had a technical slip up or two with their music. But really... aren't we all just looking at their backsides anyway? I love a man with thick thighs.
Kimi Hayes and Cathy Richardson did their usual festival funky eclectica. Somehow they drew every mullet to the stage, including an interesting permullet. As defined by mulletsgalore.com, a permullet is 'a mullet that has been specially treated with a permanent. This primping of the mullethead's plumage means that the subject takes great pride in his or her lifestyle. The permullet tends to be a little less aggressive than its mullet counterparts, most likely because he or she doesn't want to taint their mullet with the sweat that would be released in the process of kicking your ass.'
Catfight, an all-girl cover band led that evening by Molly-pop who 'has been stinking up the kitty litter for the past 3 years' ( from catfightband.com ) , was a hoot and a holler on Sunday. I'd never seen pink-fishnets quite like the ones Molly was wearing. I might have to do some shopping. They played a lively set of pop covers and jammed on all of them. Most of the crowd was dancing, and in the booth we were either singing or dancing the entire time. Good stuff.
Billie Myers showed us more than her climbing skills as she scrambled to the top of the speaker towers to sit and sing. At one point, she turned her back to the crowd and swapped her shirt for a Catfight tee. I saw half of her right boobie. Anyone south of Belmont saw her shirt potatoes wobbling in the lake breeze, which kind of puzzled me.
Why turn around? Why did the people waiting in line to see that show about guys painted cobalt get to see her tetas and not me? If that isn't THE reason to stand in line outside the Briar Street theater, I don't know what is. I'm sure someone's granny from Schaumburg was highly offended. Next time Billie, show US your breftasis, not Schaumburg.
With you in 4/4,