Interpol Loves Sam Champion...
Ok folks I know what you might be thinking; Paul Banks and the dark boys of Interpol wouldn't have a fondness for the jangle pop of Sam Champion... would they? Well, maybe they don't know who Sam Champion is, but after being present at the Luna gig last night, its safe to say that Carlos D and Banks know the score.
Before heading to the Luna Lounge a pile of kids stopped by 186 for some preshow knifers and bevvies. We stretched it out as long as possible before heading to Luna Lounge to watch Noah, Jack and Ryan lay it down. After having a winded discussion with Lance about the beer prices at Luna (why do most of the bevvies cost something that end with 50 cents?), we made our way to the back room for some rock.
Sam Champion did it again last night. All of a sudden I find myself singing along and it hits me, these guys have a solid song craft. At first I was nervous because the mix seemed to piercing, but that was just SC bringing it hard for the opening track. There was a new song in there that (to me) had a real U2 or Oaisis feel to it, but it was only the chord progression, the rest of the song had the patented SC fuzzed out, country fried rock sound. Mix this with all the hits, a sloppy Neil Young cover and Jack sans the glasses and you end up with an eye-catching show that leaves you feeling good about going out.
We shot back over to 186 for a post party that rocked to the early side. I had to pull the plug on the kitchen hang around 2:30am so I could catch some winks. It was great to see all the kids come out and support these guys. I had a lot of fun, I hope you did too.
Oh, and just so he knows I didn't forget... Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan
There will be no puking in the Office...
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Noah asked Robert Smith to come to the show last night to sing their cover, but he was too busy playing his own gig.
Pitchfork Media swears off jadded opinions for a day and attempts to hock some product.
It's official, you must now call him Sir Mick.
Robert Plant is looking for love in all the wrong places. I don't know what the lure is, but he sure is digging for some praise.
Poor little Craig Nichols. Such a troubled soul a wash in a sea of shitty song titles.
One drunk footballer and horrible airline food is not a good mix. Vinnie Jones shows us why.
If its more country tunes you desire, head back to the Luna Lounge on Sunday. The Daily news gives us a preview.
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That's it. I know its early, but lets cook something up for tonight.
Ok folks I know what you might be thinking; Paul Banks and the dark boys of Interpol wouldn't have a fondness for the jangle pop of Sam Champion... would they? Well, maybe they don't know who Sam Champion is, but after being present at the Luna gig last night, its safe to say that Carlos D and Banks know the score.
Before heading to the Luna Lounge a pile of kids stopped by 186 for some preshow knifers and bevvies. We stretched it out as long as possible before heading to Luna Lounge to watch Noah, Jack and Ryan lay it down. After having a winded discussion with Lance about the beer prices at Luna (why do most of the bevvies cost something that end with 50 cents?), we made our way to the back room for some rock.
Sam Champion did it again last night. All of a sudden I find myself singing along and it hits me, these guys have a solid song craft. At first I was nervous because the mix seemed to piercing, but that was just SC bringing it hard for the opening track. There was a new song in there that (to me) had a real U2 or Oaisis feel to it, but it was only the chord progression, the rest of the song had the patented SC fuzzed out, country fried rock sound. Mix this with all the hits, a sloppy Neil Young cover and Jack sans the glasses and you end up with an eye-catching show that leaves you feeling good about going out.
We shot back over to 186 for a post party that rocked to the early side. I had to pull the plug on the kitchen hang around 2:30am so I could catch some winks. It was great to see all the kids come out and support these guys. I had a lot of fun, I hope you did too.
Oh, and just so he knows I didn't forget... Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan
There will be no puking in the Office...
The Whit sent another killer link. If you haven't seen these guys in a major magazine yet, check out Emocapella's web site. This is the dumbest thing every, and yet I'm drawn to it.
Noah asked Robert Smith to come to the show last night to sing their cover, but he was too busy playing his own gig.
Pitchfork Media swears off jadded opinions for a day and attempts to hock some product.
It's official, you must now call him Sir Mick.
Robert Plant is looking for love in all the wrong places. I don't know what the lure is, but he sure is digging for some praise.
Poor little Craig Nichols. Such a troubled soul a wash in a sea of shitty song titles.
One drunk footballer and horrible airline food is not a good mix. Vinnie Jones shows us why.
If its more country tunes you desire, head back to the Luna Lounge on Sunday. The Daily news gives us a preview.
Time Out takes a minute to define the "True New Yorker." If "seeing—or be seen in—a sucky band at CBGB" makes you a New Yorker, than call me mayor.
That's it. I know its early, but lets cook something up for tonight.
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