Last night was interesting. When did Monday become the new Thursday? Was it when Thursday became the new Friday and then Monday ceased to exist all together? What the fuck am I talking about? Anyway, we rocked it pretty hard last night. Allow me to explain.
Yesterday kind of happened by accident. I was experiencing some much needed chill time when my door buzzed. Mike and Sean bones showed up to drop off a copy of their Britney Spears’ cover of Toxic for Loose Record Vol. 1 which each and everyone of you will receive upon exit or entrance of the party on Thursday. Then Chernin cruised through to drop off a mastered copy of his full length. I’m thinking we should put Company Dance on the disc, but if you have suggestions than post them below. Hawk and Kyle returned home and we all hung out for a bit.
Around 8pm Noah, Hawk and I headed to grab some pizza before the Mooney Suzuki show at the Bowery Ballroom. We ran into Beach who gave us the lowdown on the evening’s events. We parted ways with Noah and met Beach in front of the club where he was chilling with Oveis. Yes, that’s correct; Oveis was out on a week night. Anyway, we cruised into main room where the Sexy Magazines were just starting their set. Does anyone out there like these guys? Seriously… I don’t quite understand what they are trying to do. Its shit punk played through a Strokes hook machine with a front man who can’t stop fucking about with his pants. See what I mean?
They have a lot of energy (their only endearing quality), but there is nothing about their music that could be considered memorable. They are young though… give them plenty of sun light and water and with a little luck they may sprout. Bonus points go to the front man for being such a jackass with the mic stand that the sound guy came on stage and took it away from him.
We went downstairs for their last couple of songs where Beach, Hawk, Oveis, Notch, Action, Renee, Denise, Mia, John and I had some drinks while waiting for the Mooney to take the stage so we could find out what they’ve been up to while in hiding. We slid back up to the corner to get ready for a rock assault that couldn’t really cut through warm butter.
Yeah, that’s right, I said it. Johnny Garage. Mr. Loves Everything couldn’t get into the Mooney’s set last night. Their first song sounded like garbage despite the fact that it was announced by Little Steve Van Zandt whom most of you know from Springsteen Tours and The Sopranos. Their mix was way off, but by the time their second track was halfway done they brought the vox up and the lead guitar. They played a ton of old shit which kind of baffled me. I was set to hear the new Matrix produced tracks, but we only got a handful. From what I can remember the songs weren’t the crazy psychedelic cuts I was expecting. The tempo was taken down a bit which doesn’t suit their explosive style. Overall the set was decent, but I would think twice about seeing them before they have a chance to break all the rust off. Hopefully that happens sooner than later, because it sucks when you can’t hear Sammy’s vox because he checking to make sure he is playing the right chord. Bonus points for their killer "#1" banner drapped in the back along with the giant #1 hand the drummer was running around with. I think Hawkins tried to steal it.
After the show we headed downstairs where a small after party was brewing. I talked to Dave from the Realistics who is now drumming in a rock-a-billy cover band (he even has the side chops to prove it). Chris Davies was also floating around and said hello. Mike D was proper buzzed and I’m psyched to see he got in because things didn’t look good for him earlier in the day. He tried to get me to follow him to 2A but I was too drunk to pursue more bevvies. Hawkins must have been wearing his PR suit because he was working the room like a madman. At one point I looked over and Courtney Love was resting her arm on his shoulder probably while trying to explain how to make a speed ball. I also got a chance to introduce myself to Ryan Gentles who was a super nice guy and he had a killer Yankees T on. That concludes the starfucker/namedropper portion of this post.
Anyway, I couldn’t hack it anymore so we packed up and hit the skids. Hawk and I made it home by 12:30am and I was passed out by 1am. Glorious.
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Noah Loves The Sexxy Magazines.
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