To MSG last night. Home of boxing, countless Elton John sell-out shows and for one night only home to Durrrrty gurl Xtina.
First up of course is running the gamut of high fructose corn syrup fed mid-westerners, over stimulated, under educated and distracted by the famrmyard utensil sized buckets used to feed them. Squeeze past and you're inside just in time to watch the support's support act The Jizzety Hoes (or some such) do their shouty, short skirted 'thang' with more gusto than elan. After their 'performance' they're presented with a disc commenorating 1m sales - they must have had a very busy fleet week is all that I can say.
Next is the Pussy Cat Dolls. Basically a bunch of don't take it off strippers with a record deal they gyrate, bounce and do their stuff through the hits, whilst Nicki their lead singer, manages to look stunning and sound amazing. Mid-way through the set she drifts off into a semi-Latin stripper bendiction. Good stuff - she just needs to tame the Ki-op verbal tick now.
And then finally Xtina takes the stage. Costume changes galore. All of the hits (and my how many of them sound alike) and a sickly sweet 'you're great' fan video combine to make for a good set. Alas Xtina has terrible diction. She sounds as though she's chewing a baby tiger, all yelps and low growls and the result is best described as 'gutteral'
Not a bad night out (for the money though $10 per ticket 'service charge' is extortionate) but not one that I'd pay to live through again.
Ok, late for the gym and a new machine....
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