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Hi Taylor! :huglove:

 

I showed my parents the pics tonight, and my dad commented on your clothes- he said the colours were great. :wub2:

 

(He also said Mika looks like a fish, but one outta' two ain't bad. :blink:)

 

A fish? what the hell? :lmao:

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Yes. Right before he said "That Mika - what is he, Mexican?"

 

He then called Any Other World "The tune the old cow died on."

 

My dad has...personality.

 

:lmao:

 

:lmfao: :lmfao:

 

 

 

I officially love your dad :lmao:

 

 

 

I'm seriously about to burst out laughing :lmfao:

 

 

I have to go now :sad: I'll be back in an hour-ish.

 

 

Bye for now! :biggrin2:

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I'll definitely be sharing the finished product!

 

Yay! *is excited to see*

 

I officially love your dad :lmao: I have to go now :sad: I'll be back in an hour-ish.

 

He can be so hillarious. I showed them a clip of Billy Brown, and he asked me if Mika was speaking English. I showed them Happy Ending, and he was like "All he says is 'a little bit of love' over and over? Hell, I could write a song like that!" :roftl:

 

In an hour, shouldn't you be sleeping? Or is tomorrow a day off? I have tomorrow off - thank heavens. I'm not ready to go back to work.

 

Instead, I'll sit and reminisce about a week ago...:tears:

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He can be so hillarious. I showed them a clip of Billy Brown, and he asked me if Mika was speaking English. I showed them Happy Ending, and he was like "All he says is 'a little bit of love' over and over? Hell, I could write a song like that!" :roftl:

 

In an hour, shouldn't you be sleeping? Or is tomorrow a day off? I have tomorrow off - thank heavens. I'm not ready to go back to work.

 

Instead, I'll sit and reminisce about a week ago...:tears:

 

:lmao:

 

You should film him sometime. :das:

 

 

Yeah I have tomorrow off, but I'll be working :thumbdown:

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Wow..one of these days I'll actually find the time to read this whole thread, and post all my pics and vids. But here is something for now..

 

mika1.jpg

 

oooh nice thanks for posting!:wub2:

 

 

 

Are you going to upload videos?:naughty:

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Sivan I'm typing to you on MSN!!!!! WTH. don't leave meeeeeee!

 

LMAO eaaaasy woman! relax!

 

hmmm that sounds like the lyrics of some song i think i heard once on the radio....:blink:

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I only have a few videos and they're really shaky due to the Wiltern's No video policy so I had to pretend I wasn't filming! I'll try to put up what I have though soon!

Awww that's a shame. Your videos are always the best :das: Thanks!

 

Nono I have a piccy of you talking to Mika. Its just from the back but do you want it?! :D

 

Oooh of course I want it, thank you! :flowers2:

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Mika Takes Audiences to the Candy Shop

 

By Colin Stack

The Wiltern, coined for its location on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard and Western Avenue, is not unlike several older Los Angeles theaters. True to art-deco form, the main foyer and theater feature ornate moldings in shades of powdery blue mixed with burnt copper. In 2008, the venue has just enough kitsch to be the perfect home for Lebanese-born/Paris conservatoy-trained singer-songwriter Mika.

 

The venue was packed, Mika’s show having sold out fairly soon after tickets went on sale. From an original price of $29.99, scalpers had upped the cost of tickets to as much as $150 to $200 for general admission seats. This is somewhat surprising, since the Grammy-nominated artist has had almost no radio play on major U.S. stations.

 

The crowd itself was very diverse. It ranged from chunky-haired scenesters to prepubescent girls who looked like they were on their way to see Hannah Montana, escorted by haughty mothers. The result was a slightly confusing albeit comical air, and prompted the question: “Wait, this is the Mika concert, right?”

 

Just a hair past 8 p.m., the show was underway with the opening band. I have always felt a great sense of pity for the openers, who I think have a tough gig playing for an audience who isn’t there to see them. But the band that preceded Mika, hailing from the great northern state of Canada, left the audience particularly underwhelmed. They called themselves “The Midway State,” a group of angsty and underfed musicians who crooned into their microphones and made for a trying pre-show. The audience was clearly ready for the headliner to perform.

 

At last, the lights dimmed again. The crowd was visibly bubbling with excitement and impatience. Suddenly, the colorful stage lights lit up, casting their collective glow to the audience as a tickling guitar echoed across the theater. Then the stage ignited in an overload of lights and sounds. Mika, tall and skinny and wild-haired, galloped around amongst his kaleidoscope of accompaniment. A woman with a tiara and an afro to rival all afros, grinned as her bejeweled wrists flew over her drum set. A man with a blonde Beatles wig scooted around the stage as his fingers raced over the frets.

 

It was nearly impossible to take your eyes away from the main attraction, from Mika himself. He wore a white button-down shirt with sparkling black suspenders sewn into it, uber-tight black pants and silvery metallic sneakers. He whipped his dark curly hair in every direction, face drawn up in squinting delight as he spat the lyrics into the microphone—part belting, part falsetto, part giddiness. He was the single most charismatic performer I have ever had the pleasure of watching. With infinite energy and an innate ability to bestow an inexplicable glee to his audience, watching Mika was like riding a roller coaster through a candy store on Christmas morning.

 

He took the audience on a journey through its favorite songs and threw in some that were never heard before but were just as loved. He was incredible in that he can bring the mood from high-flying silliness (“Billy Brown” and “Love Today”) to candle-lit ballads (“Any Other World” and “Happy Ending”) with seamless ease, and a mastery of presence that is rare for such a novel artist.

 

For the deprived souls out there who are unfamiliar with the musical and vocal stylings of Mika, see how this sounds: the quirky 1970s style pop-beats and trumpeting melodies are reminiscent of Abba and Elton John, but there is a touch of the rawness of The Scissor Sisters and maybe the flair of Freddy Mercury. Mika’s sound has all the ingredients for an ear-gasm, but coupled with his on-stage showmanship, the entire experience is truly effervescent and delightful.

 

After “Grace Kelly,” perhaps his most well-known single, Mika took a long low bow to the sound of cheers from a roaring audience, and then jogged off the stage. Everyone hoped he would come back for more and sure enough, their prayers were answered. Mika pulled out all the stops for his last number, the truly ridiculous song “Lollipop.” His band danced around in animal suits, a giant blow-up doll filled the back of the stage, and obscenely large balloons poured out into the audience. Then, at just the right moment, twin cannons blasted confetti and streamers into the air, and the entire theater was flushed with a cacophony of sound and color. Everyone was smiling and dancing, and a group of complete strangers, as different as they were, were brought together and elated by the brilliant creations of one man. Mika just has that effect on people.

 

http://www.newuniversity.org/checkDB.php?id=6568

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Mika Takes Audiences to the Candy Shop

 

By Colin Stack

The Wiltern, coined for its location on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard and Western Avenue, is not unlike several older Los Angeles theaters. True to art-deco form, the main foyer and theater feature ornate moldings in shades of powdery blue mixed with burnt copper. In 2008, the venue has just enough kitsch to be the perfect home for Lebanese-born/Paris conservatoy-trained singer-songwriter Mika.

 

The venue was packed, Mika’s show having sold out fairly soon after tickets went on sale. From an original price of $29.99, scalpers had upped the cost of tickets to as much as $150 to $200 for general admission seats. This is somewhat surprising, since the Grammy-nominated artist has had almost no radio play on major U.S. stations.

 

The crowd itself was very diverse. It ranged from chunky-haired scenesters to prepubescent girls who looked like they were on their way to see Hannah Montana, escorted by haughty mothers. The result was a slightly confusing albeit comical air, and prompted the question: “Wait, this is the Mika concert, right?”

 

Just a hair past 8 p.m., the show was underway with the opening band. I have always felt a great sense of pity for the openers, who I think have a tough gig playing for an audience who isn’t there to see them. But the band that preceded Mika, hailing from the great northern state of Canada, left the audience particularly underwhelmed. They called themselves “The Midway State,” a group of angsty and underfed musicians who crooned into their microphones and made for a trying pre-show. The audience was clearly ready for the headliner to perform.

 

At last, the lights dimmed again. The crowd was visibly bubbling with excitement and impatience. Suddenly, the colorful stage lights lit up, casting their collective glow to the audience as a tickling guitar echoed across the theater. Then the stage ignited in an overload of lights and sounds. Mika, tall and skinny and wild-haired, galloped around amongst his kaleidoscope of accompaniment. A woman with a tiara and an afro to rival all afros, grinned as her bejeweled wrists flew over her drum set. A man with a blonde Beatles wig scooted around the stage as his fingers raced over the frets.

 

It was nearly impossible to take your eyes away from the main attraction, from Mika himself. He wore a white button-down shirt with sparkling black suspenders sewn into it, uber-tight black pants and silvery metallic sneakers. He whipped his dark curly hair in every direction, face drawn up in squinting delight as he spat the lyrics into the microphone—part belting, part falsetto, part giddiness. He was the single most charismatic performer I have ever had the pleasure of watching. With infinite energy and an innate ability to bestow an inexplicable glee to his audience, watching Mika was like riding a roller coaster through a candy store on Christmas morning.

 

He took the audience on a journey through its favorite songs and threw in some that were never heard before but were just as loved. He was incredible in that he can bring the mood from high-flying silliness (“Billy Brown” and “Love Today”) to candle-lit ballads (“Any Other World” and “Happy Ending”) with seamless ease, and a mastery of presence that is rare for such a novel artist.

 

For the deprived souls out there who are unfamiliar with the musical and vocal stylings of Mika, see how this sounds: the quirky 1970s style pop-beats and trumpeting melodies are reminiscent of Abba and Elton John, but there is a touch of the rawness of The Scissor Sisters and maybe the flair of Freddy Mercury. Mika’s sound has all the ingredients for an ear-gasm, but coupled with his on-stage showmanship, the entire experience is truly effervescent and delightful.

 

After “Grace Kelly,” perhaps his most well-known single, Mika took a long low bow to the sound of cheers from a roaring audience, and then jogged off the stage. Everyone hoped he would come back for more and sure enough, their prayers were answered. Mika pulled out all the stops for his last number, the truly ridiculous song “Lollipop.” His band danced around in animal suits, a giant blow-up doll filled the back of the stage, and obscenely large balloons poured out into the audience. Then, at just the right moment, twin cannons blasted confetti and streamers into the air, and the entire theater was flushed with a cacophony of sound and color. Everyone was smiling and dancing, and a group of complete strangers, as different as they were, were brought together and elated by the brilliant creations of one man. Mika just has that effect on people.

 

http://www.newuniversity.org/checkDB.php?id=6568

 

I love this! It's wonderful and captured my mood for the night all over again.

 

But I was cracking up at certain points....all the people I talked to loved the Midway State, and I wonder how Mikey would react to hearing his bleach job looks like a wig.:naughty:

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