C ike it would be unfortunate to initiate such a day so poor is the aptly named chant Lou R. who pulled me from my slumber at dawn this Sunday, October 19 ...
second later, I found myself alongside Jay and Clyde , savoring biscuit in a friendly sunbeam. Then a slender silhouette with pale crosses our field of view: this love Miles will bend to the traditional photos and s'enquiera on my mood (ie a fine and are smothered ) and that came to our evening concert.
Some minutes pass and it hail shadow from Alexa, the inimitable approach to Alex and the tuft of James Ford as we perceive. From a conqueror and not sure, we start in pursuit. Our company will soon be constrained by their surprising sprintée leak. Heum . Okay. This is called wind magnitude 6.
Never mind, we will find them by chance at a street corner after being stared at by the Chung-face and the hand of her lover have been placed on our shoulders so that his stiff smile . A difficult time heart. The installer
Alex, knees protruding leather jacket casually suspended scarab to the index, the Ray-Ban upscale and cool hand sign is puzzling, it must be said.
What happened to our acne cyclic informs Adidas t-shirt?
Genius has realized his talent and we do not like him much less to the affection that we will carry him now will be less tender than religious.
The rest of the day will follow his progress very nicely, joined by Claire and celebrated as it should. Wait a beneficent only fanned my desperate need of Hang The Cyst .
The doors open, the ball also. And with Ipso Facto, robotic female quartet in London. A good style of dress, good influences set with a good mastery of the instrument does not make them a good group, to our regret. I have the distinct impression that if they took the trouble to décoiffer their helmets capillaries and bring a bit of grip at all, they are interesting.
's it. Nothing less than orchestra of sixteen began initially placed before the interlude Only The Truth . Alex Miles and James take the stage bearing cups of wine. (I wonder who one time despised people in the bar who thought Hunter's important with their glasses of white wine ...)
In My Room, a beginning which flames and leaves a clean the galloping title track. The Age Of Understatement sung as an ode unleashed passions. Instantly, the connivance between the two is obvious rogues and charms. The alloy is also convaicant their voices in the studio. Calm Like You
, it sways in rhythm and tacit collusion wins the public. The placid Black Plant equal to itself and brilliantly slotted the famous "When It's Just One of Many bullets you'll bite" . Then very heady Gas Dance, Dance oh Gas , it was startling, sharp, almost sour.
Alex tries a joke that we decree um, not funny about Only The Truth that starts almost as suddenly as the album and with such force that is suddenly swept . Whou, it is impressive.
Paris Summer duet with the beautiful singer Ipso Facto. Needless to say the least it seemed insipid beside the Mosshart. But Paris Summer remains in any case a delicious moment.
Separate and Ever Deadly I like yet moderately m'insuffle a pressing urge to rant at high decibels the strange words, and I'm obviously not the only ...
Then the first notes of the most feared of all flanking me chills. It beats his fist against the fence as James fights the stick against his credit as the Ano-o-oooyance intensifies and eventually turn into c atch The cyst posillonné by a large, a wonderful, huge, a colossal Miles Kane. The size of its force narcotic concentrated in the handling of his electro-acousitque is such that the hair of my forearm bristle with joy. It is with infinite restraint that my eyebrows frown. It is this monumental piece, even shortcut.
They could ask their choice less on something amazing for us to catch our spirit baffled, but no. Should he take back a Beatles song. This is where Claire and me, eyes as round as the mouth, we fleeces, incredulous: pure great time ahead.
It was hot, very hot when Mr. Kane, divinely curved legs, we cried
YOUUU I WANT, I WANT TO SO-BAA-AAD BABE Envy suddenly emerge from the depths of his belly and invited himself savagely in ours. And when it was Alex's turn to take over from Paul, he was nonetheless electrifying with her lips pouting and breaking his famous stamp lying around carelessly, and traîîîne. If desire was a wound, Miles screams in pain while Alex groan grin. We are indoctrinated to life.
tested, perfection Mistake Were Made For You not appease our admiration and bubbling the resulting body. A
I Do not Like You Anymore later, the cheerful tutulululululu of In The Heat Of The Morning delighted that tickles our ears. The costume enthracite adjusted to the millimeter unbecoming too well to Alex who is the his fingertips wire microphone, posture giving the appearance of a monument. My chest bulges before letting out a satisfied sigh, the lyrics are so tasty. It is supremely light, unless it is slightly sublime.
The Chamber will announce the shy perfectly Time Has Come Again the moving. Do not go too soon is actually what we dreamed of Susur in their ears. In a logical order, it The Meeting Place nimbly that closes the show ... That's not counting the inevitable point illuminated by a Miles fours we gratify Memories , unrecognizable cover of L. Cohen and largely absent from the set: Standing Next To Me an opportunity for Alex to grab her tambourine and the rest of the world to outline a nice dance steps that prove to be the tomb of a concert that is to easily qualify perfect.
draws then I sign my shame-give-me-Alex-your-mediator-please. As the friend Miles who is facing me, I hide as best I can "Alex". Dubious, it does not seem too understand who I am. I point out to him with "You, you, you Miles!" that it is his tab that requires my full attention. Me winning the smile he has the secret, it will tend very friendly to me.
But two days ago I saw a post-traumatic stress ... It's not hyperbolic to say that this concert completely overwhelmed me. Mired in a slump conflicting emotions, eyes, no one knows why, s'embrument sporadically open Math ...
second later, I found myself alongside Jay and Clyde , savoring biscuit in a friendly sunbeam. Then a slender silhouette with pale crosses our field of view: this love Miles will bend to the traditional photos and s'enquiera on my mood (ie a fine and are smothered ) and that came to our evening concert.
Some minutes pass and it hail shadow from Alexa, the inimitable approach to Alex and the tuft of James Ford as we perceive. From a conqueror and not sure, we start in pursuit. Our company will soon be constrained by their surprising sprintée leak. Heum . Okay. This is called wind magnitude 6.
Never mind, we will find them by chance at a street corner after being stared at by the Chung-face and the hand of her lover have been placed on our shoulders so that his stiff smile . A difficult time heart. The installer
Alex, knees protruding leather jacket casually suspended scarab to the index, the Ray-Ban upscale and cool hand sign is puzzling, it must be said.
What happened to our acne cyclic informs Adidas t-shirt?
Genius has realized his talent and we do not like him much less to the affection that we will carry him now will be less tender than religious.
The rest of the day will follow his progress very nicely, joined by Claire and celebrated as it should. Wait a beneficent only fanned my desperate need of Hang The Cyst .
The doors open, the ball also. And with Ipso Facto, robotic female quartet in London. A good style of dress, good influences set with a good mastery of the instrument does not make them a good group, to our regret. I have the distinct impression that if they took the trouble to décoiffer their helmets capillaries and bring a bit of grip at all, they are interesting.
's it. Nothing less than orchestra of sixteen began initially placed before the interlude Only The Truth . Alex Miles and James take the stage bearing cups of wine. (I wonder who one time despised people in the bar who thought Hunter's important with their glasses of white wine ...)
In My Room, a beginning which flames and leaves a clean the galloping title track. The Age Of Understatement sung as an ode unleashed passions. Instantly, the connivance between the two is obvious rogues and charms. The alloy is also convaicant their voices in the studio. Calm Like You
, it sways in rhythm and tacit collusion wins the public. The placid Black Plant equal to itself and brilliantly slotted the famous "When It's Just One of Many bullets you'll bite" . Then very heady Gas Dance, Dance oh Gas , it was startling, sharp, almost sour.
Alex tries a joke that we decree um, not funny about Only The Truth that starts almost as suddenly as the album and with such force that is suddenly swept . Whou, it is impressive.
Paris Summer duet with the beautiful singer Ipso Facto. Needless to say the least it seemed insipid beside the Mosshart. But Paris Summer remains in any case a delicious moment.
Separate and Ever Deadly I like yet moderately m'insuffle a pressing urge to rant at high decibels the strange words, and I'm obviously not the only ...
Then the first notes of the most feared of all flanking me chills. It beats his fist against the fence as James fights the stick against his credit as the Ano-o-oooyance intensifies and eventually turn into c atch The cyst posillonné by a large, a wonderful, huge, a colossal Miles Kane. The size of its force narcotic concentrated in the handling of his electro-acousitque is such that the hair of my forearm bristle with joy. It is with infinite restraint that my eyebrows frown. It is this monumental piece, even shortcut.
They could ask their choice less on something amazing for us to catch our spirit baffled, but no. Should he take back a Beatles song. This is where Claire and me, eyes as round as the mouth, we fleeces, incredulous: pure great time ahead.
It was hot, very hot when Mr. Kane, divinely curved legs, we cried
YOUUU I WANT, I WANT TO SO-BAA-AAD BABE Envy suddenly emerge from the depths of his belly and invited himself savagely in ours. And when it was Alex's turn to take over from Paul, he was nonetheless electrifying with her lips pouting and breaking his famous stamp lying around carelessly, and traîîîne. If desire was a wound, Miles screams in pain while Alex groan grin. We are indoctrinated to life.
tested, perfection Mistake Were Made For You not appease our admiration and bubbling the resulting body. A
I Do not Like You Anymore later, the cheerful tutulululululu of In The Heat Of The Morning delighted that tickles our ears. The costume enthracite adjusted to the millimeter unbecoming too well to Alex who is the his fingertips wire microphone, posture giving the appearance of a monument. My chest bulges before letting out a satisfied sigh, the lyrics are so tasty. It is supremely light, unless it is slightly sublime.
The Chamber will announce the shy perfectly Time Has Come Again the moving. Do not go too soon is actually what we dreamed of Susur in their ears. In a logical order, it The Meeting Place nimbly that closes the show ... That's not counting the inevitable point illuminated by a Miles fours we gratify Memories , unrecognizable cover of L. Cohen and largely absent from the set: Standing Next To Me an opportunity for Alex to grab her tambourine and the rest of the world to outline a nice dance steps that prove to be the tomb of a concert that is to easily qualify perfect.
draws then I sign my shame-give-me-Alex-your-mediator-please. As the friend Miles who is facing me, I hide as best I can "Alex". Dubious, it does not seem too understand who I am. I point out to him with "You, you, you Miles!" that it is his tab that requires my full attention. Me winning the smile he has the secret, it will tend very friendly to me.
But two days ago I saw a post-traumatic stress ... It's not hyperbolic to say that this concert completely overwhelmed me. Mired in a slump conflicting emotions, eyes, no one knows why, s'embrument sporadically open Math ...
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