w/juliette lewis & the licks
tsar is the hottest band in america. hands down. thats not even in debate.
the question is why arent they getting any radio play outside of tinsel town.
the quartet fresh from touring canada and the pacific northwest took a two by four to the immaculate preconceptions of the lovely lesbians waiting to adore their juliette and turned half of them straight
in tiny puddles of glee.
mixing classic cuts with should-be hits from band girls money, jeff whalen and his posse took the stage precisely at 9:30pm and literally stopped time.
it was like the matrix except with better music
instead of bullets musical notes sped across the frozen audience and instead of the world rotating, all that moved were the camera angles until the universe nearly imploded and dan mashed his foot on the effect pedal
and then POW
atoms were split, lions layed down with lambs, good and evil frenched kissed in the vip section of the whosit and juliettes nipples hardened in her dressing room
a new child was borned named emmaunelle
this one minus the kidney problems
he sprouted wings collected his arrow and took aim up westhollywood accompanied only with the devil winds from santa ana
drunk with power and might and the promise of a few days off Tsar took no prisoners assualting our senses with rock slash roll, with generous doses of the former and a smidge of the latter.
the chick from the sopranos who died in the show and ended up in the hell called “joey” nearly spilt her drink.
jeff koganuts koga front and center wore a flack jacket and ducked under the flame of majesty as he snapped pictures of the event and late late last night posted his findings on blogging.la but left out the part where his hair had turned white and his rod had lenghtened and curled.
caterpillars evolved into elephants
moths turned into midgets
and the dreams and wishes of rock fans everywhere came to fruition on a stage once rocked by the doors, kiss, the eagles, and spinal tap; who it turned out, played there only as an preminition to what was to be the tsar show that you missed last night in los angeles.
some have chosen to continue to waltz to the dance of the dead
all i can do skywrite across the stratosphere
i cant make a horse drink.
but trust me when i tell you that theres a reason why karisa j left her hottub on the wesssside and why the lipsticked lesbians of hollywood left temple early and lined up on santa monica blvd to bathe in the holy spirt of rock
but it was to find out what the fuck that crazy sound was, that buzz, that unchained melody, that careless whisper, that silent scream
its name is tsar
and they kiss girls too.