On Raconte about the King

So last friday we trecked up St. Laurent to the Main Hall, which is a room at the top of an anonymous stairwell in the middle of fucking nowhere. We battled our way uphill, against the elements which have plagued this fair city in the recent weeks. The reason we made this journey was to see the Tiny Crazy Guitar-Playing Lady, known to everyone else as Kaki King. Our first thought upon arrival was "Yay! Tiny venue! No matter then, that we're at the back!" But then we remembered, Kaki King is tiny, hence our nickname for her. So we slipped up to the front, finding enough room for us to actually lean on the stage. Twas freakn' sweet. The lady herself arrive promptly and stunned us all with her charm and talent. We've decided to rename her Tiny Adorable Guitar-Playing Lady. Her music gave us goosebumps. A lovely evening, truly.

We are on a bit of a roll, concerning wonderful concerts. Last month we went to see The Raconteurs with a hope of glimpsing Jack White. To our sheer delight, we found ourselves three feet away from the stage, merely a few arm lengths away from the man himself. The band was brilliant, bombed our expectations (which were low, to be honest) way far away. And Mr. White, well... we love him. He's now on our list of rock stars we are stalking. He is le yummy.

Watch Kaki King!

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PS - In the second video, she is using a loop pedal thingy, which means she records a riff live, then loops it while she plays a new riff. During the concert, she played that, and then when she'd played all the riffs she could on the slide guitar, she ran across the stage, and started playing the drums. Was awesome.