Dear Good God Small Club,
While it was nice to know that you let the boys from Mumford and Sons put the moves on you in the basement of La Campana, I thought you slutted it up a bit much.
You just spread your legs and let everyone in. I mean, please, Five bands and how many audience members?
You packed a lot into such a tight space...if you know what I mean...
You don't?
Oh...
Well, you see... 5 songs a band... not exactly time to make love to the audience there. Just crash, strum, thankyou man.
I didn't see it all happen but, from what I did see, I thought maybe Boy and Bear must be used to the premature ending because they pulled off really well, leaving you a little wet between the ooh ahh, kind of panting for more.
Others like the man who's name you cannot remember (and for good reason too) seemed to just prod you, not really breaking through. Not to mention he was a little rude... yeah, hardly even a hello.
Sherlocks Daughter tried though. They attempted to make love to you with the crazy noise and the vocals (althought the mating ritual happening between two of the band members on stage might have left you feeling a little unwanted... she might as well have marked her territory on him).
All in all, you made everyone feel claustrophobic and a little uneasy. I really think you need your throat checked too, because the crap coming out of that was God aweful. You were distorted at times.
I think maybe you should drop everyone a line before we got to an intimate booty call and realise it's actually an out of control orgy.
Jus' Sayin'.
Love Marie
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