stage fright

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I have said it before, I hate it when clubs attempt stage shows. They stop people dancing, clear them from where they are dancing, to let badly dressed people perform badly put together shows. And there are no fabulous trannies left to warrent such actions. Bad wigs, bad dancing. Not that the dancing of the crowd is anything to shout about, or the dancing of what seems to be the go-go dancers.

I don't hate all stage shows. And it is different if a stage show is what you paid to see. But at a dance club, I want to dance, not be put off for a badly produced ego trip.

Or maybe I was just extremely put off by the bad-bad-bad-bad Trent impression. I will always hold a special place in my heart for the Reznor and that was just ugly.

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p.s.

I had no intention of going out tonight. Kit called me and talked me into it. Probably just so I would bring him his beer key, but still... here I am.
Damn, there are alot of dorky-dorks, not the cute kind, on the stage dancing.
I guess if you want beautiful people to dance at your club, you have to hire them these days.