It's theology meet technology, devotion meets commotion, it's Jesus meets JUSTICE!!! Last night the boytoy and I went to see Justice who might as well be Daft Punk jr. with a bit more of an edge. Who says digital distortion doesn't rock?? From the pictures, you might think that we were attending a satanic cult gathering:
But I assure you that the cross's only purpose is to look cool. And believe me; it works. Most people in the crowd were wearing necklaces with clear plastic crosses lit with either a green, red or blue LED light. Seriously effective cool tools. I really wanted one. But honestly, what does one do with a light up cross after Justice?
One of the highlights of night was the dancing fool next to us that we affectionatly named Lars. Lars spent the entire 35 minutes he spent at the concert dancing uncontrolably with his back to the band. He did that sort of dance that might suggest he's a "douchebag" or a "tool"; pointing at girls in the crowd and then trying to seduce them with his moves, humping the air or even moshing with himself. Maybe I should mention that we were in the balcony, where there is a bar, with chairs and tables. Lars' pants were so tight that he was constantly sporting a plumber's buttcrack (which we tragically failed to capture on film).
Lars: Eastern European Dance Master
But I assure you that the cross's only purpose is to look cool. And believe me; it works. Most people in the crowd were wearing necklaces with clear plastic crosses lit with either a green, red or blue LED light. Seriously effective cool tools. I really wanted one. But honestly, what does one do with a light up cross after Justice?
One of the highlights of night was the dancing fool next to us that we affectionatly named Lars. Lars spent the entire 35 minutes he spent at the concert dancing uncontrolably with his back to the band. He did that sort of dance that might suggest he's a "douchebag" or a "tool"; pointing at girls in the crowd and then trying to seduce them with his moves, humping the air or even moshing with himself. Maybe I should mention that we were in the balcony, where there is a bar, with chairs and tables. Lars' pants were so tight that he was constantly sporting a plumber's buttcrack (which we tragically failed to capture on film).
Lars: Eastern European Dance Master
I'm so jealous of you guys. I would looove to see Justice. Also, i like this Lars fellow.
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