PULL UP THE PEOPLE-PULL UP THE POOR!

I have a problem creating fantasies around individuals, especially women, but i don't think any fantasy has ever been greater than the one I have for MIA. I was pretty close to the side of the stage for awhile and she climbed up the side of the rafter (and she's prettier in person than in a lot of her pictures) and I really wanted to step back and not be that close to her. I almost don't want this person to be a real human being. She's such a symbol of everything I love. Wild, mildly incoherent way left wing politics, booty music, awkward enthusiastic dancing, 5'5" brown girls that have a tomboy streak. She's a big star to me and I prefer to keep her distant and unattainable. (i'd still take her up on her joking offer about needing to get married and have a kid in the next year to solve her visa problems, but so would every straight and half of the homosexual men in attendance...) The point I finally left the stage area, about the same time Mario was getting tired of being elbowed by over-enthuiastic 19 year olds (why 18+ all the time now echo?) was when the bass was throbbing through the entire room and she was bent over yelling out a pained punk rock yell into the microphone reverberating (god bless dj low budget) through the entire room. Its probably sad, but my heart just melted. She had me transfixed. In that moment I would do anything for her, even be one of the boyz to start her war.

miauk.com
myspace.com/mia

buy the new album kala on august 12th

jim