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I am the Ayatollah of Rock and Roll-ah

If Brendan from Cork who I had the pleasure of meeting in the Gaiety on Saturday ever reads this, that was the best line ever and I commend you. Even if you did start talking about how your mother told you to say it because it would get you laid. Haha.

On to last night, and the fabulousness (there can be no other word for it) of Har Mar Superstar. The man is a God. He had kind of passed me by until recently when I heard he was going to support Sia in Crawdaddy.

The album is quickly becoming my favourite get-off-your-ass-and-go-out-for-the-love-of-god moosic.

After that, Sia. When a gig involves bagpipes (a prank gift from Har Mar above), glow in the dark costumes, random stuffed animals, and songs called “Fuck the Cantaloupe” you know things are going to be good.  But then her voice hits you and everything gets all fuzzy and you can’t think and suddenly it’s over and you feel like you’ve experienced some kind of spiritual phenomenon.  The highlight of course was “Breathe Me” because it is one of the best songs in the universe.

Great gig, great venue.  Crawdaddy is so much better than Tripod next door.

Crap photos from the batphone:


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