Friday night I spent my last $20 on Thai food. With a stomach full of khao pad prik, and a wallet full of nothing, I cancelled my plans for Saturday.Realising that I now had a free schedule, I called a friend and said something along the lines of "Pay for my ticket to Xiu Xiu or I'll kill myself."
Hearing the enthusiasm and desperation in my plea, she agreed.
Frankly! started at 1:30pm and featured 5 other bands. Xiu Xiu's set started at 6:30. Naturally we rocked up at 6, because fuck paying to see other bands that are included in the price of your ticket. Particularly, other bands that aren't Xiu Xiu.
Listening to them play live was like French fellatio, I guess. I got a photo with founder, lead singer etc Jamie after their set. I had a teenage heart attack.
(I may or may not share this horrendous photo with the internet.)
Over-used phrase of the eveing:
"Xiu Xiu were SO gooood."
"Xiu Xiu were SO gooood."
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
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