Scissor Sisters

Thanks to klikitak for the free ticket to Scissor Sisters tonight. The people there were quite interesting. Interesting in the way that made me want to shove my fist down their throats. Well perhaps nothing that severe. The music was pretty bad too. I went hoping their show would be some sort of spectacle, something worth watching. Oh no. The lead singer, Whatshisname, looked like he’s been doing coke nonstop for the last two months they’ve been on tour. All he did was jump around onstage like an aerobics instructor. At one point, he took his tank top thingee off and exposed his emaciated body. And the people just ate it up. I understand the whole gay thing. Finding a group we can identify with. Or do we? Does that goth guy REALLY find the music something to rally behind? I can see the muscle queens with the garish fuzzy pink top hats digging it – they probably fuck to it while stroking their biceps. Do we really have to settle for a group that sounds like a pitiful Bee Gees rip off? Actually, let me make a disclaimer and admit this sorry fact: I do like the Bee Gees. (I know angwe will plotz after that admission.) But ONLY the Bee Gees can do the Bee Gees. Now I don’t want to have to punish the world and start up a band of my own. But if these people need something fun and interesting that’s also queer, I’ll do it. Seriously. In the end, what does it matter anyway? It’s all just pop culture, and the next insipid homo-erotic group will soon take their place. *yawn* Wake me up when Britney gets married again.