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los campesinos! and parenthetical girls

Mmm, punctuation.

The bus driver drove straight past Doheny even though I’d rung the bell in plenty of time. I raised hell and he yelled that I need to be more patient (?) at which point I stamped my high-heeled feet all the way to his seat and in my most English accent asked him what the fuck he was fucking playing at, not fucking stopping at fucking Doheny.

He stopped the bus and opened the doors in that delightful and entirely unlit stretch of Santa Monica that’s all lawn and no pavement. I trudged heel deep through the lush Beverly Hills lawn to help the elderly woman with a trolley full of shopping who’d fallen out of the bus (I couldn’t make this up) when the driver started pulling away before she’d finished staggering down the steps.

Anyway, Parenthetical Girls were really great and I quite coveted the singers hairdo and smart trousers so I was in a fantastic mood by the time Los Campesinos! took to the stage.

I might’ve enjoyed it more if it hadn’t been so demoralising to move around the room — just walking from one side to the other won me so many looks of hatred that you’d think I was drowning kittens or something. The Troubadour was nowhere near as packed as I’ve seen it on plenty of occasions, so it wasn’t that — there were just a lot of really mean-spirited twits in attendance. They probably didn’t get enough hugs as kids, poor things.

Los Campesinos! didn’t strike me at all as the sort of band that would ordinarily attract such unpleasant dummies (I mean, come on. The guitarist was wearing a Super Furry Animals shirt, and have you ever met anyone you didn’t like at a Super Furry Animals gig?) so I skipped home very puzzled.

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