Thursday’s are always so great. It is definitely my favorite evening of the week. There is the prospect of a big weekend on the horizon, the consistent disregard for Friday’s work hours and a twinkle in everyone’s eye because they know its only getting better from then until Sunday. This Thursday was no exception to the rule.
Yesterday evening I spent some time listening to Wilco’s fifth full-length record A Ghost is Born. Wait a second? I’m listening to Wilco now? Noah’s taste is thankfully rubbing off on me. It’s my second Wilco record purchase and I guess you could call me new school, but this recently converted Wilco fan recommends this hook laden 12-track long player. Despite Jeff Tweedy’s recent battle with addiction, Wilco is back on the road supporting this album that is grower and not a shower.
Hopefully some of you made it down to the Luna Lounge last night for the rock show. Sam Champion and These Bones delivered their ever tightening sets with the style (SC) and sass (TB) of well oiled veterans.
After greeting many familiar faces, I made my way to the back room where I found a great perch in the back corner. It has been quite awhile since I’ve managed to make it to a Sam Champion show sans a healthy buzz so I wanted to take last night’s opportunity to score an objective look at Sam Champion. After a few songs that almost seemed like pace laps, the band played Company Dance which is a crowd pleaser. From that point on, Noah, Jack and Ryan brought their trademark sound to the table and those in attendance politely ate their heaping portions of country twinged indie rock. Yes, they listen to a lot of Pavement. Yes, they idolize Neil Young. Yes, they love to sit at barbeques and drink Budweiser. These are elements to the blended Sam Champion cocktail that make us smile while quenching our thirst for well crafted pop.
The grand finally of the evening was a set of punch-you-in-the-face rock brought to you by These Bones. What can I say about this band that I haven’t said before? Since I’ve already stated that they play big rock and are poised to break in where shittier rock acts like Jet and the Vines have faded to the backdrop, I’m going to convey my feelings on their set through a story from my childhood.
Our home in central Pennsylvania is one big cube on a fairly large lot of property. Back in the latter years of grade school my friends and I used to play this game where we would open one window on the second floor of each side of the house. Obviously this game could only be played while my parents were off doing whatever adults do. Why is that obvious? Well, the object of the game was to get three of your Nerf balls into three different windows. The catch was that there were two snipers in the windows who were armed with pump action b.b. guns. You had to maneuver through the yard, which had sparse cover, while avoiding the rain of fire coming down on you. This is much like the assault of These Bones. We are all just running around trying to get in the house, but These Bones have it occupied. Their deadeye rock makes me realize they own the stage and we should all be happy that we have any balls at all.
My apologies to Five O’clock Heroes for missing their set because I heard they were pretty solid and that Beach convinced one of them that Noah was a professional figure skater who was planning to head out on a touring circuit for the summer.
We headed down to Odea for more on-the-arm drinks provided by the great people of Candis Communications. The new hotspot was already swarming with hoards of drink hungry socialites, but Sunny was kind enough to give us the nod and admit our friends. Though this style of bar is typically left to the upscale clientele, we had a firm grasp on most of the joint yesterday evening. Hawkins played the gracious host, but by 1am the place was getting a bit rowdy and Sunny had to cut off the entrance because things got a bit out of hand. Whoever has the audacity to tag a bathroom in a classy establishment like that should have that marker shoved up their ass. It’s a chic joint. Can’t you show a smidgen of sophistication?
Beach and I busted out of there and made our way to the Delancey who was hosting a myriad of after parties. We were trying to catch The Evening’s set, but by 2am they hadn’t started and this 9-to-fiver had to make a b-line to his pillow top.
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Big props go out to all the kats who danced their asses off. It was great to finally meet Bidi and to Culkin Steven who was hilarious.
Thats was the best culkin I ever had!! it was great to have experienced the hidden thrill..
steven, it was definitely all my pleasure. thanks for reading.
What is a culkin? Sorry, I'm retarded.
Please tell me what a culkin is-- I'm very curious.
Though there are many names for it, a culkin is when someone gets on all fours behind an unsuspecting victim. The victim is then pushed and lands flat on their ass.
That reminds me...Jay, I'm going to Culkin you tonight. Watch your back.
-Oveis
Oveis, you put the pud in pudding pop.
Good. That's two Culkins coming your way. If you want more, keep talking.
-Oveis
jay you should just put the definition for culkin on your sidebar
Yes, maybe I should, but then it would lose its mystique.
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