Allow Me To Digress.
First of all, let me say that this new blogger site sucks serious wang. Yeah, I said that. Call it childish. Call it a fear of change. Call it whatever you want, just make sure you don't call it efficient. I'm sure it will eventually come to me and make sense, but until then, damn this new tool and all its new fangled bullshit.
Ok, with that off my chest, let me jump into what's happened over the last week or so.
Following work on Thursday I popped into Flavorpill Headquarters to say hello to some old friends and pick up some promotional gear. It was great chatting up Jocelyn who is one of my long time favorite pill people. Liz and I walked out together with big hopes for the evening that never came together. Instead, I returned home in hopes of catching some sleep. It didn’t really work out because Adira showed up with some grub so we had a little 186 wine and cheese affair. It made us feel sophisticated despite our dilapidated surroundings. Jin stopped by to partake in the goodness. We managed to introduce her to the glorious knifer in hopes of spreading the love to even more boroughs.
Kyle, Builder, Jin and I made our way over to Guild the Lily which as you may know is Mikey, Paul and Josh’s (among others) art space on Rivington between Norfolk and Suffolk. Spilling out of the space was probably 50 kids who were all there to partake in the cultural exchange. Go check out their pieces if you get the chance. It will only take a minute for you LESers so give it a go. We ran into hordes of kids like Katie, Noor, Ackerman, Graeme (who I recently found out is friends with the Whit), Amy, Jane Anne and others. It was nice to see all the friendly faces, but my lack of motivation prevented me from attending the after party.
Jin, Builder and I decided it was time to calm the beasts in our bellies so we stopped by Win49 which is this hole in the wall Japanese joint on Allen Street. Oh Curry Bento, how I love you so. We took the grub back to 186 where Kyle had rented some crappy movies so we indulged in cheap eats and Club Dread. Word to the wise; don’t see that film. If you are desperate to waste that much time, then please just watch the first 15 minutes of Super Troopers on a loop. You’ll pee your pants.
Friday brought on some serious scheduling. I managed to leave work early in order to help some people out. Matt G and I met on 3rd Avenue and walked to Hawkins in order to pick up his car keys. We took the Outback to the Burg where we picked up Liz and Danielle. The girls needed help picking up the kegs for Cami’s Surprise Birthday Party. There was no trouble at the distributor so Matt and I were on our way to Park Slope before 6pm. Matt’s family invited me to stay for dinner and there is no denying a home cooked meal. We had a killer meal in his backyard while discussing politics and Hawkins over grilled chicken and baked potatoes.
Matt and I returned to 186 with an hour or so to hang out. My childhood friend Evan showed up for the weekend, and we were glad to have him along. Around 9pm, Miriam, Alister, Hawkins, Evan, Matt, Christie and I piled into the car and made our way back to the Burg. The surprise went off without a hitch. Cami seemed to be surprised by the whole endeavor. It was nice of the girls to throw her a party. If any of you ever want to throw me a party, please don’t, but I rest in the comfort of knowing it would never happen anyway. Everyone got soiled and by 3am we were back in the kitchen playing cards and making fun of Oveis.
So in short: Cami drunk and smiling, Evan having good times and somewhere off in the distance god watched over all of us while Hawkins took the wheel and drove us home. Good work kids.
11am came like a bullet; fast and piercing. It was our mission to make it to Siren for the Ponys set. After some serious yelling and stomping around 186, I managed to rouse Evan and Builder. We drove out to Park Slope to meet up with Noah (who had bagels waiting – bless his soul) and Matt G. A short ride on the F later, and we were at the festival walking towards the Main Stage where the Ponys were in the middle of one of my favorite tracks, Make You a Star. Their set was so fucking rock n’ roll. I hope some of you got an early start and made it to their set. I’ll have more on them later in a review I’m putting together of the whole affair, (meaning the 2 bands I actually saw). We made our way over to the other stage for another grade-A Thermals set. These guys play hard and even though a lot of the songs sound alike, I’m still a huge fan.
We decided to call it an early day by 3:30pm. On our way out we ran into heaps of kids who were just arriving and couldn’t believe we were done. There was some desire to stick around for the rest of the festival, but really, who gives a shit? What’s important is that we picked up Oveis and made our way back to Matt’s house for some more BBQ. If only I had a backyard, Barbeques would be part of my everyday.
We came back into the city to catch some rest before heading to Gabe’s roof for an impromptu party in SoHo. Little Builds got a headache so Erin, Dan, Evan, Kyle, Oveis, Cami and I wasted some time playing Asshole before heading across town. Gabe may have the most ridiculous apartment I’ve ever seen. He is subletting from some artist who is obsesses with all things celestial. The apartment was the top floor of a building on West Broadway. If you get the chance to see it make sure you do because it’s nearly unbelievable.
We closed the night off with a few beers back at the place. I must send out my apologies to Christie who was planning to leave the party with us, but for some reason we got halfway home before realizing this.
Sunday started out perfectly at Mary Anne’s brunch where I managed to pack in a couple of margaritas. Evan took off after we hung out for a bit and the rest of the afternoon was wasted sitting on the couch working on my iTunes catalog. Beach showed up with a bunch of PBR so Kyle, Beacheros and I indulged in some Super Troopers. Beach may have started crying during that first scene. Knifers + Super Troopers = hilarity. Builder’s buddy Brian stopped by and joined Beach and I at Rothko for the Trail of Dead show.
Rothko was eerily empty on Sunday evening. We knew Vice was throwing the party and that it hadn’t been confirmed until Friday, but this band still has a huge drawl, so I figured it would be packed. We stood in the corner of the bar and slugged drinks with Jin while Read Yellow blew threw and ear bleeding set. After a few songs and a quick hello to Jo we figured it was time to take more knifers so we skipped (not literally, well, maybe a little) back to 186. Brian departed ways while Jin, Beach and I took many a tequila shots while Trail of Dead assaulted us with their fucking hard as hell rock. They are definitely a bizarre band who is worth your time. I wish all the “hardcore” kids would stand up and take note because these instrument trading Texas boys will kick their asses. By the end of the set they started into their destroying everything on stage bit until one of Rothko’s bouncers came up to put an end to the fiasco. They finished with a two-man rendition of a song I don’t know and we exited promptly after its completion.
It was on to 186 so I could perpetuate my poor sleep cycle while upping my shitty movie intake.
Monday was a vacation day for moi so I squandered it with trips to the supermarket and some back and forth emailing with a recently reunited friend. Dan showed up for a couple hours and we watched some of the entertaining documentary Spellbound. Builder showed up and persuaded me to check out Metallica: Some Kind of Monster at Sunshine. You must see that film. The Dave Mustaine therapy session with Lars is outstanding. How do people allow their ego’s to inflate to that level? The overlying theme of this film is that Metallica is a bunch of Girl Scouts. Do not fear their wrath. Bask in their love. And just so you know, Kirk Hammit was kicked by a donkey when he was a kid. Maybe not, but his heavy drug use seems to shine through the entire doc.
Ok, with that off my chest, let me jump into what's happened over the last week or so.
Following work on Thursday I popped into Flavorpill Headquarters to say hello to some old friends and pick up some promotional gear. It was great chatting up Jocelyn who is one of my long time favorite pill people. Liz and I walked out together with big hopes for the evening that never came together. Instead, I returned home in hopes of catching some sleep. It didn’t really work out because Adira showed up with some grub so we had a little 186 wine and cheese affair. It made us feel sophisticated despite our dilapidated surroundings. Jin stopped by to partake in the goodness. We managed to introduce her to the glorious knifer in hopes of spreading the love to even more boroughs.
Kyle, Builder, Jin and I made our way over to Guild the Lily which as you may know is Mikey, Paul and Josh’s (among others) art space on Rivington between Norfolk and Suffolk. Spilling out of the space was probably 50 kids who were all there to partake in the cultural exchange. Go check out their pieces if you get the chance. It will only take a minute for you LESers so give it a go. We ran into hordes of kids like Katie, Noor, Ackerman, Graeme (who I recently found out is friends with the Whit), Amy, Jane Anne and others. It was nice to see all the friendly faces, but my lack of motivation prevented me from attending the after party.
Jin, Builder and I decided it was time to calm the beasts in our bellies so we stopped by Win49 which is this hole in the wall Japanese joint on Allen Street. Oh Curry Bento, how I love you so. We took the grub back to 186 where Kyle had rented some crappy movies so we indulged in cheap eats and Club Dread. Word to the wise; don’t see that film. If you are desperate to waste that much time, then please just watch the first 15 minutes of Super Troopers on a loop. You’ll pee your pants.
Friday brought on some serious scheduling. I managed to leave work early in order to help some people out. Matt G and I met on 3rd Avenue and walked to Hawkins in order to pick up his car keys. We took the Outback to the Burg where we picked up Liz and Danielle. The girls needed help picking up the kegs for Cami’s Surprise Birthday Party. There was no trouble at the distributor so Matt and I were on our way to Park Slope before 6pm. Matt’s family invited me to stay for dinner and there is no denying a home cooked meal. We had a killer meal in his backyard while discussing politics and Hawkins over grilled chicken and baked potatoes.
Matt and I returned to 186 with an hour or so to hang out. My childhood friend Evan showed up for the weekend, and we were glad to have him along. Around 9pm, Miriam, Alister, Hawkins, Evan, Matt, Christie and I piled into the car and made our way back to the Burg. The surprise went off without a hitch. Cami seemed to be surprised by the whole endeavor. It was nice of the girls to throw her a party. If any of you ever want to throw me a party, please don’t, but I rest in the comfort of knowing it would never happen anyway. Everyone got soiled and by 3am we were back in the kitchen playing cards and making fun of Oveis.
So in short: Cami drunk and smiling, Evan having good times and somewhere off in the distance god watched over all of us while Hawkins took the wheel and drove us home. Good work kids.
11am came like a bullet; fast and piercing. It was our mission to make it to Siren for the Ponys set. After some serious yelling and stomping around 186, I managed to rouse Evan and Builder. We drove out to Park Slope to meet up with Noah (who had bagels waiting – bless his soul) and Matt G. A short ride on the F later, and we were at the festival walking towards the Main Stage where the Ponys were in the middle of one of my favorite tracks, Make You a Star. Their set was so fucking rock n’ roll. I hope some of you got an early start and made it to their set. I’ll have more on them later in a review I’m putting together of the whole affair, (meaning the 2 bands I actually saw). We made our way over to the other stage for another grade-A Thermals set. These guys play hard and even though a lot of the songs sound alike, I’m still a huge fan.
We decided to call it an early day by 3:30pm. On our way out we ran into heaps of kids who were just arriving and couldn’t believe we were done. There was some desire to stick around for the rest of the festival, but really, who gives a shit? What’s important is that we picked up Oveis and made our way back to Matt’s house for some more BBQ. If only I had a backyard, Barbeques would be part of my everyday.
We came back into the city to catch some rest before heading to Gabe’s roof for an impromptu party in SoHo. Little Builds got a headache so Erin, Dan, Evan, Kyle, Oveis, Cami and I wasted some time playing Asshole before heading across town. Gabe may have the most ridiculous apartment I’ve ever seen. He is subletting from some artist who is obsesses with all things celestial. The apartment was the top floor of a building on West Broadway. If you get the chance to see it make sure you do because it’s nearly unbelievable.
We closed the night off with a few beers back at the place. I must send out my apologies to Christie who was planning to leave the party with us, but for some reason we got halfway home before realizing this.
Sunday started out perfectly at Mary Anne’s brunch where I managed to pack in a couple of margaritas. Evan took off after we hung out for a bit and the rest of the afternoon was wasted sitting on the couch working on my iTunes catalog. Beach showed up with a bunch of PBR so Kyle, Beacheros and I indulged in some Super Troopers. Beach may have started crying during that first scene. Knifers + Super Troopers = hilarity. Builder’s buddy Brian stopped by and joined Beach and I at Rothko for the Trail of Dead show.
Rothko was eerily empty on Sunday evening. We knew Vice was throwing the party and that it hadn’t been confirmed until Friday, but this band still has a huge drawl, so I figured it would be packed. We stood in the corner of the bar and slugged drinks with Jin while Read Yellow blew threw and ear bleeding set. After a few songs and a quick hello to Jo we figured it was time to take more knifers so we skipped (not literally, well, maybe a little) back to 186. Brian departed ways while Jin, Beach and I took many a tequila shots while Trail of Dead assaulted us with their fucking hard as hell rock. They are definitely a bizarre band who is worth your time. I wish all the “hardcore” kids would stand up and take note because these instrument trading Texas boys will kick their asses. By the end of the set they started into their destroying everything on stage bit until one of Rothko’s bouncers came up to put an end to the fiasco. They finished with a two-man rendition of a song I don’t know and we exited promptly after its completion.
It was on to 186 so I could perpetuate my poor sleep cycle while upping my shitty movie intake.
Monday was a vacation day for moi so I squandered it with trips to the supermarket and some back and forth emailing with a recently reunited friend. Dan showed up for a couple hours and we watched some of the entertaining documentary Spellbound. Builder showed up and persuaded me to check out Metallica: Some Kind of Monster at Sunshine. You must see that film. The Dave Mustaine therapy session with Lars is outstanding. How do people allow their ego’s to inflate to that level? The overlying theme of this film is that Metallica is a bunch of Girl Scouts. Do not fear their wrath. Bask in their love. And just so you know, Kirk Hammit was kicked by a donkey when he was a kid. Maybe not, but his heavy drug use seems to shine through the entire doc.
6 Comments:
poor Neil.... I wish him a speedy recovery.....yo, dirty jay from around the way.....what do you think of Antics??
I don't know them. can you describe or direct? what are they?
the new interpol cd......your not as dirty as you use to be..jay....can i call you get away jay..or is dirty jay still #1...... e-friends have e-feelings
you can call me whatever you like. and i've been waiting on someone to burn me that record. do you have a copy? i'm no good at this download, rip, burn thing. i just don't practice it, but i'm more than willing to trade house tequila shots for copies of records.
whats your email address...I'm missing tracks 2,3, one of the songs is narc..you can get the live version anywhere on the net...I'll send it tomorrow unless I get your email address in the next three mins
ok forget I even offered to send you a copy.....I'll forget and you forget because who wants to be nice anyway right its to hard....
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