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Sunday, May 13, 2007

ellie learns about music

I have been going to a fair few gigs lately. I also watched the Eurovision semi-finals last night. I have learnt things about music that I wish to share with you:

  • If you are a guitarist in a band, you HAVE to jump around like you have caterpillars in your pants and hump the amp wildly. If not, you suck.
  • Being Trent Reznor also helps.
  • All men in Europe are hot. However, they are also all raging homosexuals. No straight man can wear a silk, open shirt with gold chains. And leather pants. So many leather pants.
  • You are not allowed to be a Polish "rapper" in golf pants.
  • Dear Turkey: STOP THRUSTING. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP THRUSTING. love, Ellie
  • No matter how tight your pants are and how much camel toe you have if you can't hit the high notes then you can't hit the high notes.
  • Emo kids are allright when they sing cute pop-punk songs and are from Andorra.
  • It turns out that the portly, butch woman of questionable sexual orientation who was in my way the whole time at the Nine Inch Nails concert was the Serbian entrant in Eurovision! How about that.
  • You have to PUSH THE BUTTON.
  • Danish drag queens sing better than most girls.
  • You know you're at a quality gig when the band finishes with, "Add us to myspace!"
  • Vampires are, indeed, alive.




That is all.

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