The layoff is over. It’s time to start updating again because I know so many of you are interested in what I have to say, (especially the guy who anomously posted a comment calling me an asshole). Those types of comments are extremely incouraging so I’d like to thank the tactless fuckhole that posted that and direct them to Pitchfork so they have something interesting to read.
With that being said, the past week has been a whirlwind of the best live music, the worst days of work and some solid QT with the Aussies. Let me start with Friday evening’s run-a-round. After work a group of kids assembled at Motor City where Adam “I Play Air Guitar Better Than You” was spinning so rock. The whole lot of us used it as a warm up for the !!! (chk chk chk) show that was being thrown down later at the Bowery. We picked up some much needed grub at Rosario’s before stopping by Kristen’s for a quick cocktail before the dance party. The Bowery was raging when we showed up and we only had to sit though a small wait before the goodness took the stage. If you’ve yet to check out !!! make sure you snatch up a ticket next time they play the area. This collective creates soundscapes with dance beats embedded in their electro-funk attitude. My favorite part of their shows consists of the drummer emerging from behind the kit only to take center stage with the geekiest of style. Midway through the set I found myself in a pocket of the crowd going nuts with Denise and Builder. Some magazines have been less than kind to their new record, but you can bet there is no room to talk smack on !!!’s live performances. 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.
Saturday gave way to more running around than NYC pot dealer. It started with the Mercury Lounge hosting a night of 5 boroughs rock. First on the bill was Sons of Sound who were making their debut performance. Their well-rehearsed sound could have fooled any onlookers not in the know. This is Dennis Cahlo’s new brainchild that consists of two guitars and a drummer. They recall brethren like Interpol, but Dennis’ voice adds a soft harmonic layer to the dark and driving music. It would come as no surprise to me if this band blows up overnight.
Following Sons of Sound were the kids of Dirty On Purpose. Jin told me that Dj had written a new song and since he penned the epic instrumental Monument, this blogger was nearly peeing his pants in anticipation. The overly modest five-piece tore through the whole Ep minus one of my favorites (Spider Eyes). I hope they don’t have a problem with that track because it drives my insides crazy and if I don’t hear it live in coming shows someone might get hurt. They delivered another spot on set that had Builder whispering how much he is in love with them after every song. The new song was catchier than predicted and its just another hook that Dirty On Purpose has landed on this fan.
Hawkins was kind enough to drive us out to Brooklyn following the Mercury show. We managed to get to McKibben Street by 11:30pm. Mike and Paul had managed to trick the hell out of their party. The drink line was always four people deep, the bathroom line was a lost cause and trying to see the final band, Nakatomi Plaza (yes, it’s the building name from Die Hard was nearly impossible. Kids were scattered all over the building and when I went downstairs to take a leak behind some cars. Upon my return to the building I found a few of NYPD’s finest crashing the fundraiser. I found the rest of the kids and we high tailed it out of there before anything got messy. Mike said they broke up the party soon after we bolted, but they still made a sizeable amount of green.
We stopped by Erin’s in the burg before heading back to town. Allie, Hawk and I cruised into Opaline at a weak attempt to find the after party. We passed a beer for a couple minutes before deciding that we were way in over our heads and in need of an economical cocktail. The Johnson’s was crawling with kids of the same intent. We ran into a few friendly faces and drank the night away.
On Sunday Hawkins, Mandell, Daylen and I took a day long vacation to Princeton for a celebration at Liz Costa’s house. Her parents threw together a barbeque to honor Liz who graduated from NYU this spring and recently completed her first marathon. We had a killer time hanging in the backyard eating some grade A grill grub.
My week was shaping up to be a nice quiet couple of days until I received a call late Monday afternoon from Burke who (in a round about manner) asked if I could put him and the rest of Gerling up for a couple of nights. 186’s revolving door policy rarely turns anyone down and that definitely includes three hilarious “blokes” from down under. For two nights we got extremely pissed and rolled about town. Monday we found ourselves back in the Johnson’s, but on Tuesday we stopped by the opening of Odea for an open bar and a dj set by Ms. Melody Nelson.
Yesterday was a necessary crap out because I’d been going strong for too long. Now I’m recharged and ready for Thursday night. I hope to see you all at the Luna.
9 Comments:
Jay's a puffer.
big time.
this from a one-time hater (me being scat turdly): i just read mr. anonymous' angry comment and i feel even more sorry for that guy than i do for myself. he's missing out on one of the funniest blogs i've come across if he stops reading this one. somewhere along the line i began to dig this blog and reading about about a guy who sweems to party with the energy of an entire nascar pitstop crew. plus, it cracks me up how you swing from feeling guilty for partying too much to hitting it with an increasingly feverish fervor on a day to day basis. mr. anononymous is just an insecure looser who gets a vandals high from defacing your comment board. so don't sweat it and keep on writing because you're good at it and have alot to write about. scat turdly
holy shit did i make alot of spelling mistakes. fuck, i hate that. this shit needs spell-check. well, hopefully you get the point, despite my retarded spelling fuck-ups. scat turdly.
Just as the pendulum was about to swing, mr. turdly steps in and boosts my confidence. Thanks for reading and the back up. I'll attempt to keep it on the positive. rock!
DO YOU EVER STOP TO BREATHE AND ACTUALLY ENJOY IT?
Jay, you are a fresh wind that blows from home. Don't be upset, don't fret darling, you'll always have me.
-Bill
stop breathing, stop breathing, breathing for me now. Stop to breath, well, i guess so, but when I do a bug flies in my mouth.
Bill, you rock, and if this is bill schwill, you rock harder.
Bill Rules. Schwill Drools.
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