The Kooks

I’m so excited!!! About the Kooks and about the fact that thousands of people are going to say my name (= Wanna) at the same time. (Singing along.. do you wanna.. do you wanna..). It’s one of my fetishisms.. it feeds me chemicals and joy!

We’re making jokes about eating at McDonals and then I see he stops the car at MC!! McDonals! I haven’t eaten there in months, maybe even years.. man, this is no sexy thought! We’re laughing with the cheeseburger smile about stories on smoking and quitting and think about songs we’re going to hear. This keeps the spirit up until we hit the crowd inside. Jeeeeee!! Where do all those people come from?! Not Amsterdam, I tell, that’s about the size of the size of the crowd you’d have if they gave iPhones for free in India.

That’s the line for hanging your coats at the wardrobe. My friend end goood campanion, liet me gieet in frant, so we won’t miss the damn concert. That was Buchi freestyling to the front with the cheekiness of a monkey. The same went for the toilet – use another entry, get in first! The recipe for success. Then stand in line for beer with my civilized Dutch friend – but that’s worth it!

I like people with hats trying to look like the Kooks.. and then it came – Do You Wanna… but also magical sounds from their beach, my ipod, their lives, my love, their nights of fun, my night of joy!