How does Hawk get so Drunk?
Fuck Mother Nature and her never ending string of cold days. We won't let that PMS'n bitch hold us down and prevent the resilient New Yawkers from seeing rock shows. She can kiss it.
After this retirement party thrown in my office, I headed home to catch up with Stevo who is jet setting back to Chitown for the next 10 or so days. We headed to Bside to see Sivan who was keeping the ice cubes cold for us. Some of her friends from High School have recently transplanted to the NYC so we met Evan and Katie who are a couple of cool kats. I also ran into an old Flavorpill colleague Jeremy who is now doing Friday nights at Plaid so go check his shows out. Megan and Hawkins showed up when we retired to the back room to shoot some pool. Eventually Ms. Pretty cruised into the bar and we headed downtown to catch the show.
The walk to Sin-e was nearly unbearable, but we made it in spite of the bitter cold. Megan, Ms. Pretty, Hawk and I rolled into the club where my glasses promptly fogged up. The Prosaics were midway through their set which was a lot more impressing then their Merc gig in early December. They play in the same vain as Interpol and the Stills, but I'm prone to liking that Joy Division esque rock with a lean into the shoegaze aural realm. Their last couple songs had great rhythm parts, but I'm gonna need to get used to their vocalists stylings which are a bit different than what I'm used to. A lot of droning on and drawn out notes, but it comes together quite nicely, and I think these boys will gain a lot of headway playing this month long stand at Sin-e.
A long wait and a drunk Hawkins later, TV on the Radio finally hit the stage. It was my first time seeing these guys and I had been prefaced by Ms. Pretty that they are so good, "I almost peed my pants." My skepticism remained high because a while back Notopolos told me that they blew "fat monkey dick" live. It was time for me to decide. They played a relatively short set, but they did manage to squeeze in the entire Young Liars Ep. They also played an up tempo version of Blind that really made me move. They are now a conventional five-piece who look the part as well as they play it. They all come off as very passionate about what they are doing sans any sort of pretention, (I used the word pretention in the same sentence as sans. Fucking Poser.) They also had a couple tunes that felt like soul revival tracks that were imbedded in some deep funk rhythms. All and all, a stellar perfomance, and yes, Starring at the Sun fucking rocked. The only problem was that Hawk got so drunk he kept yelling that he was going to throw his beer at them. I'll let you know when I pull my foot out of his ass.
We turned in another solid evening despite the less than ideal conditions. And even though Megan made fun of my daily musing through this blog, she knows she loves it and I won't hold it against her.
Cause It's Friday, and You Can't Get None.
Speaking of TVoR, they get set to release their debut LP, Desperate Youth, Bloodthirsty Babes, in March. Touch and Go has been deamed the Lucky Label.
When the Primary rolls around, Republicans, veiled Democrats and the Press are going to have to deal with the fact that Dean may be our next President. I don't know who I'm voting for yet, but rest assured its not going to be Bush.
Though I'm not a Belle and Seb(ass)tian fan, this mix could make for a tasty cocktail.
More stilted language in a solid review of Onieda's new record. For some ungodly reason, I've yet to see these chaps live.
Sometimes this guy produces dangerous recordings, but this might be a good one. Hold on to your knickers.
Ted Leo & the Pharmacists are the subject of a new documentary. Though I wasn't a big fan of the Siren set, this should still be a killer pickup.
The Guardian tells us something we already know. If you want to get rid of the most influential rock band to every walk the planet, you are going to have wait another few thousand years.
If anything, just read this Unicorn's interview for the tagline. It's hilarious. And they claim to be the biggest band in that huge state just north of our border.
Oh, and there was a fight at a Hip-Hop awards show. Good looks guys.
Ok, thats it. Now all I can think about is the Shins at Bowery, Tonight!
Fuck Mother Nature and her never ending string of cold days. We won't let that PMS'n bitch hold us down and prevent the resilient New Yawkers from seeing rock shows. She can kiss it.
After this retirement party thrown in my office, I headed home to catch up with Stevo who is jet setting back to Chitown for the next 10 or so days. We headed to Bside to see Sivan who was keeping the ice cubes cold for us. Some of her friends from High School have recently transplanted to the NYC so we met Evan and Katie who are a couple of cool kats. I also ran into an old Flavorpill colleague Jeremy who is now doing Friday nights at Plaid so go check his shows out. Megan and Hawkins showed up when we retired to the back room to shoot some pool. Eventually Ms. Pretty cruised into the bar and we headed downtown to catch the show.
The walk to Sin-e was nearly unbearable, but we made it in spite of the bitter cold. Megan, Ms. Pretty, Hawk and I rolled into the club where my glasses promptly fogged up. The Prosaics were midway through their set which was a lot more impressing then their Merc gig in early December. They play in the same vain as Interpol and the Stills, but I'm prone to liking that Joy Division esque rock with a lean into the shoegaze aural realm. Their last couple songs had great rhythm parts, but I'm gonna need to get used to their vocalists stylings which are a bit different than what I'm used to. A lot of droning on and drawn out notes, but it comes together quite nicely, and I think these boys will gain a lot of headway playing this month long stand at Sin-e.
A long wait and a drunk Hawkins later, TV on the Radio finally hit the stage. It was my first time seeing these guys and I had been prefaced by Ms. Pretty that they are so good, "I almost peed my pants." My skepticism remained high because a while back Notopolos told me that they blew "fat monkey dick" live. It was time for me to decide. They played a relatively short set, but they did manage to squeeze in the entire Young Liars Ep. They also played an up tempo version of Blind that really made me move. They are now a conventional five-piece who look the part as well as they play it. They all come off as very passionate about what they are doing sans any sort of pretention, (I used the word pretention in the same sentence as sans. Fucking Poser.) They also had a couple tunes that felt like soul revival tracks that were imbedded in some deep funk rhythms. All and all, a stellar perfomance, and yes, Starring at the Sun fucking rocked. The only problem was that Hawk got so drunk he kept yelling that he was going to throw his beer at them. I'll let you know when I pull my foot out of his ass.
We turned in another solid evening despite the less than ideal conditions. And even though Megan made fun of my daily musing through this blog, she knows she loves it and I won't hold it against her.
Cause It's Friday, and You Can't Get None.
Speaking of TVoR, they get set to release their debut LP, Desperate Youth, Bloodthirsty Babes, in March. Touch and Go has been deamed the Lucky Label.
When the Primary rolls around, Republicans, veiled Democrats and the Press are going to have to deal with the fact that Dean may be our next President. I don't know who I'm voting for yet, but rest assured its not going to be Bush.
Though I'm not a Belle and Seb(ass)tian fan, this mix could make for a tasty cocktail.
More stilted language in a solid review of Onieda's new record. For some ungodly reason, I've yet to see these chaps live.
Sometimes this guy produces dangerous recordings, but this might be a good one. Hold on to your knickers.
Ted Leo & the Pharmacists are the subject of a new documentary. Though I wasn't a big fan of the Siren set, this should still be a killer pickup.
The Guardian tells us something we already know. If you want to get rid of the most influential rock band to every walk the planet, you are going to have wait another few thousand years.
If anything, just read this Unicorn's interview for the tagline. It's hilarious. And they claim to be the biggest band in that huge state just north of our border.
Oh, and there was a fight at a Hip-Hop awards show. Good looks guys.
Ok, thats it. Now all I can think about is the Shins at Bowery, Tonight!
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