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People who liked the midway state, and want to send them a message for the official project we're doing please sign up! We need as many people as possible, because their managment was kind enough to invite us to meet the members personally to give them this gift!!!:mf_lustslow:

 

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What type of gum is it?

 

Blue 5 gum :blink:

I have a feeling that its yours haha...

That would be crazy!!

 

Why, did you lose some gum, Nono?

 

V, I've still got a packet of tissues you or someone else gave me when we were cleaning up in line.

 

Awww! those are magical tissues...

 

 

I bet you Vanessa has my gum

 

:das:

 

Oh my god guys, I just saw the best thing EVER at Borders today.......a gun that shoots out little rubber chickens! I so want to bring it to the next concert, but it probably wouldn't be allowed into the venue

 

:lmao: you NEED need need need need neeeeedddddd to buy that!!!!! hahahaha

 

I'm good...but sick...

I can barely hear out of my left ear and I have random coughing spasms...but other than that, I'm in a good mood...

 

Awwww no!! I'm sorry taylor!!

I hope i didnt get you sick!!!! *hug* hope you feel better!

 

 

 

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 loved it!!! :lol3:

it completely takes me back to that day :tears::wub2:

 

Hello dahlings!!

:huglove:

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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

 

:punk::punk::punk::punk:woo hoo thats excellent makes me goo all excited cos this time NEXT week and that will be MEEEEEE!!!!!

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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 loved this Char!! Thanks for sharing it. It is one of his best reviews (except for the wig thing lol) I think, in that it captures the magic and euphoria that is hearing Mika! I love this: "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." And this: "a mastery of presence that is rare for such a novel artist." And also "ear-gasm" :roftl: :roftl:

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*cries because she's alone and not surrounded by insane MFCers on a LA sidewalk*

 

:tears::huglove:

i love you guys

 

Hey duckies ^.^

 

So, on this the one week anniversary of our gathering at the Wiltern, how goes it?

 

yes... :tears:

well, at least i did something today instead of be home all day...

hows everyone today??

 

Hey Sivan, do you think you can upload the vid of us all singing lollipop? :wub2: I just feel like reliving the memories :tears:

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:crybaby: :crybaby: :crybaby:

 

*Joins in on the nostalgia*

 

Do you guys realize it's nearly 2am in London? I wonder if Mika and everyone are jet lagged, or if they're starting to get back on London time.

 

Right now, the prospect of the Brits and the London gigs are getting me through this.

 

After that, do you guys realize we have all of March, April, May, and June with no Mika, while he's recording the new album? What are we going to do with ourselves? :tears:

 

Maybe he'll throw us a bone and give us an occasional shout out on his MySpace or something. Sigh.

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*Joins in on the nostalgia*

 

Do you guys realize it's nearly 2am in London? I wonder if Mika and everyone are jet lagged, or if they're starting to get back on London time.

 

Right now, the prospect of the Brits and the London gigs are getting me through this.

 

After that, do you guys realize we have all of March, April, May, and June with no Mika, while he's recording the new album? What are we going to do with ourselves? :tears:

 

Maybe he'll throw us a bone and give us an occasional shout out on his MySpace or something. Sigh.

I know! after the brits, its just gonna be empty. Who knows what'll happen or what we'll do... :crybaby: *hug*

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