I’m off to see The Kings of Leon again tomorrow in Hyde Park, and despite everyone and their granny jumping on the bandwagon (I’ve loved the Kings after hearing a demo from Youth and Young Manhood in 2003) – I’m determined to enjoy every second of it.
Trouble is, every time I try and conjur up an image of Caleb and the boys in my mind – my head is filled with the sounds of my tone deaf neighbours murdering their latest album in the Kings of Leon Karaoke Fest they hold every Sunday eve.
Not enough to put me off my beloved hairy foursome mind you, but painful on the ears none-the-less.
Lynda.
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