And all I can think is "shut up."
You knew them because of Sex On Fire. Which even Caleb considers to be a piece of shit.
And I know I'm an intensely indie stereotype but I knew them when no one knew them at all.
I don't think anyone understands the rage I felt when people started pretending like they knew their shit about the Kings.
You don't love sex on fire. You can't love sex on fire.
It can make you happy as fuck and remember that really fun time you danced around to it outside with your best friend in the summer time.
I know I'm really possessive. But fuck you. They're my favourite band and the only person that deserves to be graced by their presense is me, and people who actually love them.
I'm also exaggerating my feelings towards this alot.
I don't care.
Anyway. I'm seeing them tonight.
If I see one 13 year old in denim underwear, I'll cut them. In the neck. With the Stanley knife that I'll be carrying in my pocket.
I think I'm going crazy. I think that's what this is. I think I can't sit in my house for more than a day or two because I go utterly aggressive and insane.
This one time I read this article in Frankie:
"Sure, The Boosh, Kings Of Leon and MGMT are all over inhabited, and there are those who'll sit up in the back of their tavern screaming "I found them first" to anyone who will listen.
But the truth is, you're the captain of your ship and if you feel like its yours then no one can take that away from you."
I'll make a video.
This isn't how I feel at all.
