A few weeks ago, I took Meredith and a couple of her friends to the Kero Kero Bonito show. I’ll wait right here while you familiarize.
As you can probably guess, the show was adorable and high on energy (with the essence of marijuana) and I spent most of my time leaning against the parent wall thinking about how my arches hurt from standing so long. (MY ARCHES.)
Before KKB came on (let’s move backwards, shall we?) their opening band challenged my sense of hearing.
Review of Senses
Sight: Lots of club kids getting excited about Kero Kero Bonito.
Smell: Pez and Pot.
Touch: Being bumped into from people into which were bumping from other people bumping. Each other. (Just let me have that one.) Also, Arches.
Taste: Secondhand pot.
Hearing: Opening band. No idea what they’re saying. Could be a man and his wife. Maybe from Europe? None of these songs are making sense to painful-arched me. I’ll eat magpie?
To pass the time, I took out my little notebook and transcribed the lyrics I thought I heard.
I doubt my lyrics are better than theirs, but I think my lyrics are better than theirs.
Good Friday. I just ate a waffle that acted as a vehicle for strawberries and blueberries. Let the day begin.