The Ke$ha Diaries: Uncensored
Ke$ha, with Beardo
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Note: It’s rare to find a music critic in completely inebriated, uncensored form. What follows are my uncut, unedited notes of Ke$ha’s severely under-aged, sold-out show at the Midland on Sunday night, in which I encounter the true essence of slutwave. Proceed with caution.
Upon stumbling up to the Midland with heels, red tights, and a healthy dose of self-loathing, I found a drunk, crying teenager outside, dry heaving next to two concerned EMT technicians. I figured that I was in the right place.
A cloud of smoke wavered over the red-velvet interior of the Midland,
and Ke$ha‘s signature Valley-girl slur chirped over burning bass and
high-decibel screams. Upon poking a sequin-clad girl next to me, I found
that the starlet had only claimed the stage for one song. It
was (or was it?) about 9 p.m. “I want you guys to go fucking crazy
tonight,” Ke$ha intoned coyly. The night had begun.