Hah, I swear I NEVER do this. Four years living in Malibu, I ran into many-a-celeb and I always thought it was rude to interrupt someone’s day with my wide-open gaping mouth. Before last Sunday, I had only been starstruck once…and that story is for another time. (All I’ll say is “JOSH JACKSON.” “PACEY”. Amazing.)
A new exception to my rule happened when I spotted Florence Welch at the Fairfax flea this past weekend. There I was in my Sunday grubs, rolled out of bed, trying to meet up with a friend, and I was still running on a little high from the chills she sent through the Wiltern theatre at her sold out show Saturday night. Maybe that’s why I decided to go up to her to tell her how much fun we had the night before and ask for a picture. She was gracious enough to pose for a pic and here’s proof of my embarassing moment:
How that woman hits every pitch while jumping around the stage is beyond me. Those lungs. I’m not even going to pretend to be a music critic so I’ll leave it to the experts (La Weekly’s review). With three sold out shows in LA, I hope you were able to snag a ticket to experience it yourself!
- Love//Hate// Florence and the Machine
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- heavy, heavy in your arms