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Last night I had the honor of seeing Mirah + The Blow at SLC. It was fabulous, other than the fact that Mirah spent her entire set bitching about the mics, which sounded fine. The Blow was one of the best live performances I've seen in years. I love intimate venues, even if those in attendance are Bard and Sarah Lawrence students decked out in AA and thrift finds trying to out-hip eachother.

I have such a crush on Khaela Maricich. She was wearing a see-through white blouse with a black bra and everyone was sharing her sweat (the fan had to be turned off so we could hear properly). 70+ kids shoved as close as they could to watch her adorable dance moves and we were all thrashing about. Or at least the kids in the front were, which would be me and my bat-shit crazy friends.

Plus Liz Isenberg peed on stage in a trash can. Or at least I think it was her. I could be completely wrong about this though. All I know is that some ridiculous hipster girl with an awkward, self-styled hair cut pulled a plastic pee reservoir out of a holster, stuck it up her cooter, and pretended to piss like a boy.

I personally think all sceney-boppers should take a break from their feverish fanfics and try expanding their music pallet (amongst other things... there's more literature out there than just The Perks of Being a Wallflower or Chuck Palahniuk, FYI). Check out Joanna Newsom. Granted, although she's a sweet harpist, I can only deal with her etheral whining for a few songs. Indie really should be taken in small doses.

"The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me. Then, I'd know the force with which she adored me. The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares- when I wake up in screams that's how I know that I really care."

Listening To: Come On Petunia by the Blow

P.S. For more on The Blow & Khaela, check out http://www.myspace.com/theblowus
P.P.S. Is Thnks Fr Th Mmrs about that one time Pete got a B in Hepatitis?