You Write the Caption: Julian Casablancas at Natural History Museum Gig
On Thursday, The Strokes played a gig in an unusual setting–flanked by dinosaur bones at the London Natural History Museum as part of the T-Moblie Street Gigs series.
Here’s a photo of Julian taken during the gig that is just begging for your captioning:
[SOURCE: Oh Someday]
Here’s one I did:
“Why is my image now that of a gay biker?”
SAAAAY WHAAAT!?!?!
How did i not know this!?
fotini– LONDON. not NYC.
what kind of milk? i’m going with 1%.
Fuck, I’ve had too much coke!
Don’t foget to tivo The Hills on MTV. Team Lauren all the way.
oh my god, did i have sex with juliet or albert last night?!! i hope it was albert!
Hang on… Juliet and I have the same initials!
HAhahahah sarah and gurj.
of course my ear couldn’t wait until i got offstage to fall off. GREAT.
“I should have used Preparation H!”
ok.. umm.. so how does it go again… all the chords form that song and all the something something of that other something i heard yesterday…..?
Uh….. Where did my career go?
Dammit, I should have wore those tights from the YOLO video.
AUUUUGGHHH! Brain freeze. Must eat ice cream slower.
“I should stop borrowing Nikolai’s ill fitting pants”
“ouch – fuckin flea bites sting like hell”
why the fuck do i have these clothes on? i dont even remember ever being on a motorcycle. i wish albert hadnt pooped on all my blazers.
I really need to buy more Q-tips.
“Rosebud”
okay, so how does my new choreography go again? kick ball change pas de bouree…fuck i have new respect for britney,,,
god damn i wish i still drank
Ugh. Clean clothes are itchy.
I am in love with Julian….too bad he is married……
A mohawk sounds good right now…..
“ehh why the fuck couldn’t i get it up, i used to be great at whipping it out… albert’s gonna think i’m a fucking old shit.”
why would julian say… “I am in love with Julian….too bad he is married……” he might say, “I am in love with Fariha.. to bad i’m married…..” okay so that was sufficiently lammmmmme.
i love beer and drugs , oohh i love my fat ass
Ummm, how did they tell me to lower this damn microphone? I can’t sing on my frig’n tiptoes all night!