Heather Beaudry

Having traveled 3,000+ miles from San Francisco to Florida to see Jay Brannan in September, because I just couldn’t wait to see him again, you could say I’m a big fan.   Suffice it to say the show Friday night was the highlight of my week.
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Everybody wants to party with Ricky Reed

The Limousines

The Limousines were already on stage when I walked in a bit late.  The first thought that popped into my head was “this is going to be boring, because the music was very bland.”  First impressions though are a dangerous thing because they are often way off the mark.  After less than a minute, when the song changed and the beat started resonating with my heart beat, I started swinging my hips a little bit.  The crowd was very much loving The Limousines.  I can’t say the drunk energy was infections, rather it made me a bit envious that I wasn’t as drunk as everyone else; because maybe I would have enjoyed them more.  By the end of their set there was still a little blah quality that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.  At one point I thought it was either the singer’s voice or the lyrics.  And since I didn’t particularly dislike the singer’s voice, I guess by default that means the lyrics were what I didn’t like.  I felt that there wasn’t anything being said in the lyrics of the songs, as if a bunch of random words were strung together; nor was there any obvious difference from one song to the next.
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