Kings of Leon + Band of Horses live = one HAPPY me! :D

I know my blog is still under construction, but I thought I may as well start casting my thoughts into the e-stratosphere, so here goes...

This Sunday just gone was a hell of a whirlwind thing, but it was bloody fantastic. With a mere two hours of sleep under my belt, I flew to Melbourne with my lil' sis to do two things: the first being to meet our older sister - who was adopted out as a bub - and her lovely hubby for the first time.

That in itself was a wonderful experience, and one that paved the way for the evening's festivities - the long-awaited Kings of Leon gig at Rod Laver arena.

Anyone that knows me well can tell you that I love, love, LOVE KOL; not fanatically, but enough that I own all their albums - on CD, that is - and enough that I've given them a mention in my nearly-completed novel Enharmonic (formerly 'Sticks and Stones').

The Followill boys rocked the shit out of us, and though I'd expected it to be good, it completely threw me just HOW good they are live. I can't praise them enough for the performance they delivered, just as their support act Band of Horses (whom I also adore and who also contribute three albums to my CD anthology) kicked some serious musical arse.

Back to KOL for a moment... Caleb's voice was so clear, and he hit pretty much every note hammer to nail-head; and Matty (my fave King, so much so that I got excited when I saw the roadie - who I'm pretty certain was the infamous 'Nacho' - bring his guitar out) ripped it up, as did Jared and the non-glasses-wearing Nathan.

I recommend everyone make the time to see these guys at least once, because you'll be leaving with a repetitive 'that was just... wow' escaping your lips. Oh, and a change of knickers/jocks/boxers would be a worthwhile thing to have handy.

The next time they tour, I think I might jump on the, ahem, bandwagon and take in a few shows, but for now, I'm content to wait for Band of Horses to come back so I can see them do a full set.

That being said, the concert was brilliant but the night didn't end there...

Strapped for cash and completely unorganised, my sis and I headed back to Melbourne airport around midnight to await her flight at six am, and mine at nine am; the pair of us sleeping in a freakin' awkward position draped over her suitcase.

The sandman wasn't exactly kind though, and I found myself sitting up at two am, bleary eyed, worried that those who’d passed by had heard me farting in my sleep, and chowing down on Macca's fries. It was worth it though, he he. I'd have slept naked, hanging upside down from a tree at RLA if the need had arisen!

Mind you, waking at that time had been a bit of a blessing in disguise though, because there were a bunch of young teens there, heading off on an overseas jaunt, and I witnessed a Harry Potter moment that I define as the golden snitch atop one kick-arse pre-birthday cake (the 15th being the day I was birthed).

One young fella had a luggage trolley, complete with his suitcase and one of his mates perched on it, and he sounded off a perfectly executed 'Platform nine and three quarters', before turning and aiming the trolley at a two metre wide pillar.

Yes, he ran straight for it.

Thank you 'Harry', thank you big sis and hubby, thank you lil’ sis, thank you Band of Horses, and most of all, thank you Kings of Leon for making it a night I'll always cherish.

Until next time, that is all.

Kylie xxx