
My workmate passed on this comment (edited a bit) from the MySpace page of "
the bird and the bee":
I had to painfully sit through your set in Sacramento to see Lily & I liken it to having a f[]cking root canal in every manner. I couldn't leave & was forced to hear your repetitive, mind numbing, lame-ass background music the sort you have to listen to while being at the dentist for hours. Or whilst waiting in an airport for your lost luggage. By the Time Lily got on stage she was hammered; I'd be a f[]cking raging alcoholic too if I had to listen to that poo every f[]cking night. Stop touring & release your sh[]t straight to Musak for the elevator circuit or perhaps as background torture noise for prisoners. I mean really, your singer is lovely (not the two back-up hags) and the musicians could play well, it's just the material was dreadful and you have absolutely no stage presence. I don't think the guys looked up or smiled once. It seemed painful for them as well. How you got billed with a young, cute, bubbly, upbeat pop-ska-hop act is beyond me when you should be kicking off Bingo at Indian casinos or maybe a jazz-cruise ship tour. There you go! People can't leave there either unless they want to jump off the f[]cking boat!
Well at least, those are some constructive suggestions.
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