Last night was something else. I haven’t run between clubs that much since CMJ circa 2002. It was a bit of a nutty evening, but it went off without a hitch. Well, come to think of it there was one problem, but it came early in race. Allow me to explain.
Around 5:15pm I had an interview with a certain company that will remain nameless. I was there on time and really excited by the looks of the office. It was small, but well dressed in various promotion gear. The nice woman who performed the interview took me into her office. For nearly 20 minutes my clouded head gave poor, thoughtless answers to her not so tough questions. How did I drop the ball? What the fuck was my problem? Every interview I’ve been on since this job search began has gone extremely smoothly, but last night I was sitting there with the ball in my hands. Unfortunately my hands must have been made of Teflon because I couldn’t keep from dropping it. A friend of mine followed up and said it wasn’t as bad as I thought, so I’m praying to get another chance to show them why I’m their man. This shit is getting frustrating.
Damn, I need a nap. Can someone spare a hammock?
After returning home and sulking in my own stupidity, the roommates came to my rescue. Kyle and Josh may be the perfect kids to share a living space with.
Despite my freakish Danny Tanner esque need for cleanliness and their Theo Huxtable life style, we all manage to keep each other happy. It may lie in our ability to sense someone else’s bad mood. This six sense affords us the opportunity to switch it up on a moments notice while giving the other roommate a chance to escape. More than likely it lies in our consumption of all things drug and alcohol related. Either way these guys helped me get out of my shit attitude and prepare for the evening of shows. Kyle and I cooked some dinner and then watched that show about swapping moms on Fox. Please watch it. It may be racist and profiling, but it gives you insight to the rest of the fucked up country.
Builder, Kyle and I set out for the Mercury Lounge around 9pm. Finn Andrew’s who is the former lead singer of the Veils had an early set to play. The club was a mess because Virginia Coalition played an early label showcase, (does anyone know who they are or actually give a shit?). There were heaps of young girls and guys with polo shirts and kaki’s in the joint, (insert Oveis rib here). We found Beach in the back room chatting up the lovely Audra who works their during office hours. Mandel showed up with his buddy Adam and we realized there was a sizeable crew tucked away in the back corner. The scrawny Finn took the stage by himself and opened his set with a Tom Waits' song. His screeching voice was a bit off the meter during that track, but he turned it down a notch and played the rest of his set with a heartfelt tone. He played some of the hits from the record which made me quite happy, but we were dicking around way too much to give him the proper attention.
From there, Builder, Beach and I took a cab to the Bowery because we were cutting set times way to close. We were greeted by Oveis and Chernin who was working the merch table for Diego and his misfits. From the depths of the Bowery we could hear VHS or Beta warming up their weapons of funk so we made way to the upper level. We found an even bigger group of kids that included Megan (So happy to see this girl, it’s been forever), Tumbleweed, Lucy, Daylen, JoMo, Mia and Denise. We managed to choke back the necessary amount of tequila and settled down (or up) for a kick ass set by the 5-piece from Louisville. They played a set of mostly new tunes which thoroughly impressed me. The addition of vocals didn’t hurt the band, but it did change their sound. To tell you the truth it sounds like they have been listening to the Cure entirely too much. The songs still made me want to dance as much as Le Funk, but it was a different style. This new incarnation lacks the European influence that made them so club friendly. Now they will have to settle for the indie kid parties, but we all know that’s a good thing for most of us. Even though he was playing an electronic kit, their drummer blew me away with his variety of high hat combos that forced the hopscotch to make a brief appearance. After some jabs from JoMo and Beach I was able to sneak out of the club and on to my final destination.
Walking down Delancey last night made me think how lucky I am. So what if I’m broke. So what if I’m destined for single life. So what if my job is less than desirable. I still have this city. As often as I talk about trying to move away (many of you know I contemplate this regularly) what would stop me from running back like a heroin addict in need of his daily dose? This city is top of the pops, and I need to take more moments out of my day to remember this fact.
Jin was standing out front of Rothko with her friend Jeremy when I pulled up to the club. It was nearly quarter passed 11 so I wanted to get inside so no part of the Demander set would be missed. I managed to give Sivan and Karen a quick hello before returning to the bar where Jin was kind enough to purchase me more tequila, (I like a fucking camel. Read: Hump). We also got a few words in with the lovely sun-kissed couple. Ms. Melody Nelson was overseeing one of her many events while Dennis was reveling in his Page Six mention. Wait a second, Dennis didn’t tell me about that… it was Jin. Dennis did have good news though. Sons of Sound will be playing Pianos with a female Depeche Mode cover band.
This evening the ladies were playing as a two-piece which they successfully pulled off. Sivan hits her drums as if each note could destroy her kit if needed. Karen kept it together on bass and the more I listen, the more I realize she is a fantastic vocalist. They played all the songs I know and were even coaxed back to their instruments for an encore. Well done ladies. My night ended quickly thereafter and rightfully so. Some kids have to work!
6 Comments:
ahh jay, so hard done by. scat turdly
jay, new york is the greatest city around. it's cool that you remind yourself that because you're lucky to be there. man i can tell you're in a tough time (well maybe i am and i'm projecting) but like i said, keep your head up. i can't believe i write so much bullshit on your page. maybe i'll stop. i hope it doesn't bother you. i wrote to jinners last night(who never responds to my questions, but that's ok) and i told her all sorts of stuff i really do believe. i hate to hear that people who love to party and who value their friends as much as i do, and who know that music is...well...what we care about, are not happy. i've been so bummed lately. let me say this though: you've got good friends, i can tell. you should be true to them because they will always save you in the end. fuck, i wish people like us did't have to get so depressed but i think that's what ones twenties are all about. tell me if my entries are a pain in your kiester. if so, i'll stop. after reading your blog a little bit, i recognized your mind frame. ah well, i'm sure you don't believe me, or think i'm a sap (which i am). i'm pure emo and i don't care. what i was supposed write about here was that your job seems fine (no one likes their first job) even though i can tell you hate it, and it seems you have alot to offer because clearly you have friends that enjoy your company. you will find the job you like before too long, just keep your energy up. finally, the single life sucks, i know. i've just joined the single club and heart break is crazy painful, i've learned. you'll meet someone eventually that will inspire you. i've met two girls in the past that have done that for me; that were not like the other girl friends i've had, but i pushed them away and well...that's another story. don't be like me. get the job you like (fuck money because it doesn't matter), and hopefully you'll learn to love yourself so you can love someone else. the whole "lost soul" thing is what i've become even though i hide it well (none of my friends can tell), it sucks. i wish i could put down the perfect stuff, but i'm always too drunk these days to think clearly, which is another problem.... ahh well, maybe i'll stop entering stuff here. i tend to get a whole bunch too serious.
oh ya, "scat turdly". that's me and i wrote the above.
melty chocolate is always so messy.
messy.
melty.
messy.
melty.
and this little piggy is messiest of all.
oops carry i think you got a bit of cholate all on your nose.
yes, but what your are forgetting is gandi started thin.
and believe me, most of it is butter.
i'm skinnier than i've ever been and it's too cold to have a pool party.
uhh, what the fuck? scat
oh, sorry scat. i got home after a show last night and was watching the drew carry show. those are all actual quotes from that horrible tv program. thanks for all the kind words and i don't want to come across as one of those self absorbed haters, but i do tend to use this line to air some dirty laundry. thanks for the support and keep posting.
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