Dancing on a Friday Night.
I purchased 4 tickets to the Baltimore Darkness show and thought that Noah, Cami, Erin and I were gonna make the Sunday night trek. Unfortunately that didn't pan out, but I did manage to sell the tics on ebay and help a dude move ahead with a lady friend. Here is a quote from his email:
This show is SOOOO SOLD OUT!! Not a ticket to be found! THANK YOU!!! I have scored serious points with the girl!!
A few to many exclamation points, but I think you get the idea. This is just another testiment to my never ending quest to get dudes, who aren't me, laid.
Another Friday has come and gone. After work I headed to the MegaStore in Union Square to wait for my roomate so we could head out to Bklyn. We were checking out an apartment at the Morgan stop in the OfficeOp's building. While milling about the store for a solid hour, I much have listened to every record on display, but for the life of me, I couldn't find a copy of Jay Z's new record. Did I miss something? Is it not coming out in stores? In any event, I purchased the Franz Ferdinand Ep and (finally) the Stellastarr* full length which is a lot more fun than expected. Following the Bklyn lookout, some kids came over to 224 and got the night started (even though my plan was to stay in and say fuck you friday night). We eventually went to the MusicBox for Dana's 21st. There were a lot of heads in that bar, and though the music selection was subpar at best, the evening was filled with Good Times. Some how, I found myself standing in my kitchen at 5:30am with close to 20 kids bouncing around the apartment, and one girl passed out in the bedroom... lucky me. Eventually they all cleared out, and I was able to crash by 6:30am with a proper level of bevvies consumed. Now I find myself at Noah's indulging in some fine eggs scrambled up by Mr. McCormick.
No News.
The Strokes make a wise decision in choosing their new single. I almost lost it when they closed with this track at the Bowery show.
Filter stops by Cali's famed Mod Lang and gives a solid repot on all things import and indie.
Tonight some friends and family pay tribute to the Man in black.
Former Pavement guitarist, Scott Kannberg, and his band, The Preston School of Industry, get ready to release a new record with a little help from the boys in Wilco.
I purchased 4 tickets to the Baltimore Darkness show and thought that Noah, Cami, Erin and I were gonna make the Sunday night trek. Unfortunately that didn't pan out, but I did manage to sell the tics on ebay and help a dude move ahead with a lady friend. Here is a quote from his email:
This show is SOOOO SOLD OUT!! Not a ticket to be found! THANK YOU!!! I have scored serious points with the girl!!
A few to many exclamation points, but I think you get the idea. This is just another testiment to my never ending quest to get dudes, who aren't me, laid.
Another Friday has come and gone. After work I headed to the MegaStore in Union Square to wait for my roomate so we could head out to Bklyn. We were checking out an apartment at the Morgan stop in the OfficeOp's building. While milling about the store for a solid hour, I much have listened to every record on display, but for the life of me, I couldn't find a copy of Jay Z's new record. Did I miss something? Is it not coming out in stores? In any event, I purchased the Franz Ferdinand Ep and (finally) the Stellastarr* full length which is a lot more fun than expected. Following the Bklyn lookout, some kids came over to 224 and got the night started (even though my plan was to stay in and say fuck you friday night). We eventually went to the MusicBox for Dana's 21st. There were a lot of heads in that bar, and though the music selection was subpar at best, the evening was filled with Good Times. Some how, I found myself standing in my kitchen at 5:30am with close to 20 kids bouncing around the apartment, and one girl passed out in the bedroom... lucky me. Eventually they all cleared out, and I was able to crash by 6:30am with a proper level of bevvies consumed. Now I find myself at Noah's indulging in some fine eggs scrambled up by Mr. McCormick.
No News.
The Strokes make a wise decision in choosing their new single. I almost lost it when they closed with this track at the Bowery show.
Filter stops by Cali's famed Mod Lang and gives a solid repot on all things import and indie.
Tonight some friends and family pay tribute to the Man in black.
Former Pavement guitarist, Scott Kannberg, and his band, The Preston School of Industry, get ready to release a new record with a little help from the boys in Wilco.
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