Sex On Fire

Caleb Followill had me at "Sex on Fire."

I was lucky enough to get floor seats to the (gasp) sold out Kings of Leon show at Madison Square Garden on Friday night (thanks Joyann). Here we go with those damn sippy cups again. These boys usually belt out the same sexy guitar riffs and similar rock songs that I love. The shows are usually as expected, and the seven or so I've seen haven't been very diverse. But they get me every time.

The boys of KOL have great style, and Caleb looks great with his now short hair tucked behind his ears, his shirt open just so, hipster vest, and tight tight jeans that perhaps were a pair his mom used to sew for everyone in the band. In his latest interview with Rolling Stone, it's hard to imagine that he was deciding who would be the "front man who gets all the ladies" with his brother, and stated "I don't want to, but I will." It would be interesting to know how many ladies he really does get. I have a feeling it's a large number. His voice is the perfect amount of raspy-ness, and drives me crazy with "On Call", "Knocked Up", and of course, "Sex On Fire". You move in ways you've never moved before! Being a part of Caleb's " biggest moment of my life" with graphics floating by of the lights of NYC, a killer light show, and a stadium with hipsters actually dancing, was worth the large venue and even the after party snub. Oh, and congrats on the Grammy boys.

Current obsessions:

Adele 19

Belle and Sebastian BBC Sessions

Stars Set Yourself On Fire

Annuals Be He Me

The Felice Brothers, self titled

Jessica Lea Mayfield With Blasphemy So Heartfelt

Jem Down To Earth