Last night, a bunch of us went to Webster Hall for the Mark Ronson show and honey, it was a hot mess. Let me think of the best way to describe the crowd. Imagine there's a Sadie Hawkins dance at NYU and only the fat girls went and took their ambiguously unattractive gay friends. Throw in some straight guys from Long Island who think Tiesto is "the shit" and there you have it. Basically everyone was a total dump truck and about 19 years old. Seriously.
Mark was fine although homeslice has a bit of the Madonnas. He would sort of weave in and out of some Eminem inspired vernacular (girl, you know what I mean) then all of a sudden be more British than his own foreskin. It was quite odd.
Since Marky Mark doesn't sing, he brought out a slue of including the infamous Daniel Merriweather, Alex Greenwald, Santo Gold, and some other losers. The show was fine but not ass tingling good.
2 comments:
it was much more enjoyable after chugging two well vodka drinks. california....california....here we coooooooooooooooooooooome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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i didn't want to believe that everyone in that room was fugly, something you pointed out 1.5 minutes into the show, but when it was over and the house lights came up it was clear...the entire room, besides us, had been whacked with an ugly stick...twice.
is he british? isn't he british? stop all this flim flammery, mark,pick and accent and stick to it.
phantom planet needs to tour again.
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