Labretta Suede and the Motel Six
This weekend my adventures took me to Greaserama in Kansas City (it’s a hot rod extravaganza). If you don’t like beards that reach the belt buckle, tattoos as far as the eye can see, and men in fishnet stockings, then this wasn’t the place for you.
We caught a band from New Zealand called Labretta Suede and the Motel Six. The lead singer was a little spitfire. Full of sass. As was the rest of the band.
The bass player strutted onto the stage wearing fishnet stockings and high heels, and quite frankly he didn’t care what you thought of it. The singer donned some sort of feathery tail, a red bustier, and the rest was all skin. And while she kicked off her heels after the first song, the bass player kept his on throughout the entire set….AND played bass. Bravo, sir.
At one point they told the crowd they got in trouble for indecent exposure in Fort Worth. A spectator in the crowd replied by yelling out “We believe in nipples, just not evolution!”
The band isn’t all jiggly bits and naughty outfits. I thoroughly enjoyed the music. I love singers who can scream. Really scream. In this band, the singer AND the leopard-pattern clad guitar player could both scream.
Here’s a taste of their rockin performance:
Oh I’m sorry, you think LAWRENCE is weird? Well here, let me show you around Greaserama. There was a woman pushing a dog in a stroller, dudes walking around the lot just air guitaring, and bikinis bikinis bikinis. And babies. Lots of kids. I brought mine, and almost felt a little guilty and alone about it until I found the parents at the show. They sat on the grass behind the stage so they could still watch the band and protect the little ears at the same time. These parents may have been covered in tattoos and punched full of piercings, but they were just as loving towards their kids and flirty with each other as a family you’d see walking down Mass street in Lawrence. They must be doing something right because their kids didn’t seem to think anything of a man who plays guitar in fishnet stockings and high heels.
Labretta Suede and the Motel Six
This weekend my adventures took me to Greaserama in Kansas City (it’s a hot rod extravaganza). If you don’t like beards that reach the belt buckle, tattoos as far as the eye can see, and men in fishnet stockings, then this wasn’t the place for you.
We caught a band from New Zealand called Labretta Suede and the Motel Six. The lead singer was a little spitfire. Full of sass. As was the rest of the band.
The bass player strutted onto the stage wearing fishnet stockings and high heels, and quite frankly he didn’t care what you thought of it. The singer donned some sort of feathery tail, a red bustier, and the rest was all skin. And while she kicked off her heels after the first song, the bass player kept his on throughout the entire set….AND played bass. Bravo, sir.
At one point they told the crowd they got in trouble for indecent exposure in Fort Worth. A spectator in the crowd replied by yelling out “We believe in nipples, just not evolution!”
The band isn’t all jiggly bits and naughty outfits. I thoroughly enjoyed the music. I love singers who can scream. Really scream. In this band, the singer AND the leopard-pattern clad guitar player could both scream.
Here’s a taste of their rockin performance:
Oh I’m sorry, you think LAWRENCE is weird? Well here, let me show you around Greaserama. There was a woman pushing a dog in a stroller, dudes walking around the lot just air guitaring, and bikinis bikinis bikinis. And babies. Lots of kids. I brought mine, and almost felt a little guilty and alone about it until I found the parents at the show. They sat on the grass behind the stage so they could still watch the band and protect the little ears at the same time. These parents may have been covered in tattoos and punched full of piercings, but they were just as loving towards their kids and flirty with each other as a family you’d see walking down Mass street in Lawrence. They must be doing something right because their kids didn’t seem to think anything of a man who plays guitar in fishnet stockings and high heels.