Tonight I went to see Young States at The Captain's Rest. Musically they were surprisingly good. Pretty unassuming indie pop. Nice guitar parts, really tight etc. etc.
Anyhoo, their bassist is fucking beautiful. I mean really though. I actually couldn't take my eyes off him. Floppy fringe, headband, perfect amount of chubbiness, porcelain skin, rosy cheeks, skinny jeans with big turnups, beautiful beige pea coat, ever so slightly camp demeanor, pouty lips, amazing adidas trainers. You know when somebody is so good looking you just want to beat them to a bloody, lifeless pulp? It was like that. He did this cute little back and forth thing with his knees when he played which was enough to make me melt. Just wow. I actually want to scream right now thinking about him. Pathetic, really.
I'd post a picture but last time I did something like that that a certain somebody with zero sense of humour got in a little huff about it.
In other news, I have 24 pence in my bank account so I'm relying on six pounds worth of clubcard vouchers for my lunch and dinner tomorrow. Happy days.
Oh yeah, and I'm off to New York on the 14th of April. Really happy days!
Currently listening (as if anybody gives a fuck):
Strange Boys - And Girls Club
The Strokes - Is This It?
Dan Deacon - Bromst
Young Governor - Virginia Creeper 7"