"Jesus on my neckahlussluss," is the best line in a pop song since "This shit is bananas."

Oh my, here comes the Beastie Boys' "Fight For Your Right" as the final song, with Santa Claus on lead vocals, a dinosaur pinata above the stage, male dancers throwing Ke$ha-branded condoms out into the crowd, more glitter, and the woman herself shrouded in a Texas state flag swinging a bat at the dinosaur before she jumps onto it, ripping it down and throwing the head into the pit.

That's probably the strangest paragraph we have ever written, and every word is true, so help us God, Lemmy, or whoever it is we believe in the most this week.

Personal Bias: Glitter and blood.

The Crowd: Same as last year's at the HOB ("your little sister, her girlfriends, your ex-girlfriend...") but with a few more twentysomething girls than last time, thanks to local watering hole Grand Prize putting Kesha next to Motorhead in the bar's jukebox.

Overheard in the Crowd: Too scared to get close enough to hear anything, and what kind of sick fuck walks up in the close vicinity to kids barely old enough to drive to hear their conversations? OK, we did hear something about the pool at that one girl's house and that her parents were cool with whatever.

Random Notebook Dump: Huh-huh, "dump."