The Ke$ha Diaries: Uncensored

Ke$ha, with Beardo
Sunday, February 20, 2011
The Midland

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.

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