Say what you will about hype trains and selling out, but make sure to curb your tongue when you mention it in the same breath as Franz Ferdinand. Last night the four welsh boys cruised into NYC to give us another taste of their catchy-as-all-hell rock. These boys are (as they may put it) super fantastic. But hold your horses, we have a whole evening to discuss and for the first time in a couple weeks an evening out has left me hungry for more New York nightlife.
I hope you all know her by now, (or at least her bar). This blogger does talk about Bside on a consistent basis, but it is all with good reason. Last night Matt came over after work and we met up with Adam before heading up to Bside to partake in the half price drinks. Sivan started clapping when we arrived. She makes you feel like you are king shit. She is one of those people who always greets you with all smiles and a hug even if you are sweaty, (sorry Siv, its summer time). She kept our ice cubes cold while we caught up with her. The bar was nice and busy and eventually Hawkins, Builder, Christie and Julia showed up for a couple of drinks and some pool in the back room, (that now comes equip with a make out couch… any takers?)
We were under the impression that the Veils were opening at Webster Hall so we skipped through the pouring rain and jumped into a cab. The rain was outrageous. The streets were flooded. It would have definitely been an evening of sitting on my ass had it not been for Franz. We arrived at the venue, got past the dickhead security and made our way to the upper level to catch some opening rock. Unfortunately the Veils were no where to be found. We walked into the Oranges Band set who I haven’t seen since an afternoon showcase at CMJ nearly two years ago. My first question is: why do they have five guitars? My second question is: how much do you like Ted Leo? My final question is: do you get your collared shirts on a group discount? Ok, so they weren’t bad, but they also weren’t Franz. They did cover the Ramones’ Do You Remember Rock & Roll Radio? which had me singing along like an seventh grader playing air guitar on a baseball bat in his bedroom back in Pennsylvania, (did I say that).
During the break we found out how shitty Webster Hall can be. How do you feel about paying 8bucks for a vodka tonic after paying 25bones to see the show? Yeah, I didn’t feel too good about it either. At one point I ordered a VT and a bottle of water and the girl charged me 14bucks! FOURTEEN! I don’t consider myself cheap, but I don’t spend that much dough on groceries. In an effort to slow my drinking down I went outside with some of the kids for a smoke. Another treat about Webster Hall is that the security guards are fucking dicks. They are that type of security that tries to start shit with you just so they can throw you out. Here is my formal notice: WEBSTER HALL EATS PILES OF DICK!
Anyway, we made it back upstairs to catch some of the Sons and Daughters set. I’d been meaning to see them for awhile, but again, this wasn’t the evening for it. I wanted Franz and I wanted it now. After some prolonged bitching Franz took the stage and I scooted through the crowd to where Audrey and my buddy Dave were standing. We had a great time dancing around (in a confined space of course) and going into light show induced seizures. They played all the hits and one new song. They even played tracks like Van Tango and Shopping for Blood which are b-sides from their first couple singles. They were quite the showmen as well taking every opportunity to raise their axes to the goods of rock and dance around swinging them in unison. I was so psyched on this show because they took the liberty to play Matinee which they had left out of their Bowery performance a few months ago. Towards the latter half of the set I slide back to the kids and we danced around to the hits. They cruised back for an encore and ended with Fire which had us nice and sweaty. Right before the encore a young lady tapped my shoulder and asked me to slouch down and before I could even consider retaliation, Thom Yaps popped up right behind me and took the place right in front of the little girl. Screw her anyway. You want me to slouch? Go to the balcony if you can’t handle it. Let me just say that Franz Ferdinand will save your life. Plain and simple.
After the show we walked through the rain soaked streets and stopped by 186 so some of the kids could get their fix. The plan was to head to The Delancy because Audrey was laying down a set for the first installment of Karibomb’s birthday party. I don’t know Karibomb, but happy birthday to her anyway. Also, a belated birthday wish to my boy and you favorite big man, Stevo. Allie, Christina and MC met up with Christie, Julia, Matt, Adam and I for some late night drinks in the red room attached to the bar. The AC was pumping so I was a happy camper. Upon arrival, I met a girl (I believe her name is Jessica – sorry if I’m wrong) who clued me in on some funny blog gossip. Thanks for the dish, and thanks for reading. Audrey hit the decks and played ESG and !!! back-to-back which pleased this white boy with no moves. After her set we all hung around and I talked with Glen who plays bass in Asobi Seksu and is a really nice guy. I also ran into Andy who was having a solid time and debating his attendance at the Bowery this evening.
Matt and I took off around 2am and cruised back to 186. As we entered the apartment I yelled “Bitches” at the top of my lungs (as is now the custom) and Hawkins, who was asleep on the couch, shot right up and started screaming. I nearly pee’d my pants laughing. It was an amazing evening that may get matched tonight. I can only hope so.
Weekend agenda and party promotions coming in the afternoon, so check back one more time so you don’t miss anything.
3 Comments:
hookers and blow......hookers and blow.....I heard the new baby, all about your disease, ya you can have all you want baby, but I got somethin you need. oh ya, aint talkin bout love...my love is rotten to the core.
Thom?????
Holla back.
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