In the matter of a day the California Supreme Court has decided to nullify over 4,000 gay marriages on the grounds that they violate the law that states marriage is a legal bond between a man and a woman. We also had to endure all the news coverage on Governor McGreevey’s resignation. Was his gay affair a cover up for some larger conspiracy? I seem to think so. After a quick chat with Oveis I found out he is quite possibly the most hated Governor in the history of the New Jersey. His administration is riddled with corruption so this whole homosexual adultery is a quick and easy way out. Well, it’s easier than admitting your faults. McGreevey did claim that he is a “gay American.” If his only reason for stepping down was his orifice preference, then he is an idiot. When is homosexuality going to be accepted? When are we going to stop being such hypocrites? Clinton got blown, Bush did blow and now McGreevey doesn’t have a problem blowing. This country doesn’t blow, but it sure does suck.
Before getting to the last couple days of my life let me cover a few things. The first is regarding Little Steven’s International Garage Rock Festival commencing tomorrow at Randall’s Island. Yeah, it may be a bitch to hitch all the way up there, but don’t miss this chance to see hot shit like Big Star, The Creation, The Raveonettes, The Pretty Things, Bo Diddley, The Romantics, The Forty-Fives, The D4, The Paybacks, Gore Gore Girls, The Strokes, The New York (FUCKING!) Dolls and Iggy and the Stooges. The festival is going to be a bit of a cluster fuck because they only have one stage with a rotating surface so make sure you get there early if you have some current bands you’d like to see. They will only be playing 10 minute sets. This structure suites our 21st century attention spans, but I won’t get to hear Sune sing all the songs I want to hear.
Also, this evening, I’ll be having a bit of a pregame festival at 186 for those of you planning to stop by Odessa to celebrate Chris’s birthday. So give me a call and bring me some Red Bull.
*** Jonathan Zwickel though I may agree with you about the record, your damn review sounds like a rehash of unoriginal garage rock reviews from a year ago. Save your breath dude. Why do Pitchfork writers feel the need to ramble on, especially in the news updates. Do you feel the winds of change? They will start blowing soon.
*** I just told my boss that Dill is the new Cilantro. You know I’m right.
*** Thighs Wide Shut had this link to the schedule for Saturday’s Festival schedule. This is going to be a shit show. Who’s coming with me to see the Sexy Magazines at 10:30am? No one? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
*** Can we hear it for the Bowery Presents! Supergrass, The Stills, The Libertines, The Walkmen, The Faint. Webster Hall never looked so good.
Ok, so allow me to explain the horror of this week. Some of you thought it may have been drinking or being broke that got me down. In all honesty I rode this week fairly clean. Well, not clean but a bit on the lean side. Anyway, I came home from work on Monday to find Kyle sitting in the dark. Upon asking him what the hell was going on, he quickly shouted that we didn’t have any fucking power. After an hour or two on the phone with my dysfunctional landlord and the good people at Con Edison who like to keep you on hold for hours. Our power was shut off because the people who own our apartment did not pay their bill. Well, to be clear they paid the bill but their check bounced (don’t know how that could happen when they mark our place up by $2,300) so we got screwed. The best part was that we couldn’t pay by check because of their bullshit. With all this in tow, kids began to show up to pregame before The Bahamas show at Luna Lounge.
I was more than pissed off so it wasn’t the greatest night to have a reunion of that size. Don’t get me wrong, it was great to see everyone and it was cool of you to support the band, but really, I just wanted to hole up after killing something. Unfortunately that’s not in my nature. So plastered on a smile and headed to the gig.
The Bahamas sounded great. Everyone who was there seemed to say the same. Some of the biggest improvements came at Lou’s end. The heaps of sessions Lou and Dan spent practicing the new guitar parts paid off. Louis sounded superb. He had this new guitar sound that made his ax sound like a slide guitar with a touch of reverb. Another great thing about the new songs is that Nicky Beats seems to understand where the band is coming from a bit more than in the past. He finds an awesome beat and then sits on it while the song builds around him waiting for that perfect point in time to drop a killer fill on the audience. Dan had some technical difficulties, but he powered through it despite Kyle’s heckling from the back of the room. Lou and Dan’s interlacing guitar parts really had me at a stand still. Kevin had a beard. Yeah, that’s what I have to say about Kevin. There isn’t much that can be said about Mr. Smith because he does his job so effectively. That creep can roll.
After the show I headed to Odea with Christie, Leah F. and Deeandra to meet up with Hawkins who had some free bar rolling. We caught up with Tony W., Raffe and some other kats who were enjoying the free Blackberry Margaritas. I had such a great time catching up with Leah who has some big plans for the future. We spent nearly a half hour discussing the current Criminal System in the United States. She is planning to fight for those who rarely have anyone on their side. Leah is so smart and sexy anyone would be lucky to be with that young lady.
My evening ended on Hawkins’ couch. He let me crash due to the lack of air conditioning in my apartment. It took some heavy conviction and massive denial, but eventually he stopped coming on to me, and I was able to get some sleep.
No seriously, Tuesday sucked. After another battle with Con Edison and the unreliable landlord, Kyle and I realized we weren’t going to get any power back on Tuesday so we decided to grab some Mexican at Mary Ann’s. We discussed the possibility of moving out and moving on. I don’t want to give up that apartment because the price is right and the location rocks. If I ever moved to Brooklyn, I’d better have a huge cheap place because I don’t like crossing rivers. Builder came home from a horrendous day at work. We were both bumming because of the shitty days, so we cruised by Manitoba’s for a couple beers. I’d just like you to know that Builder and I will soon be changing the face of popular Indie Rock. Details forthcoming.
My plan was to hang at Hawk’s place while doing my laundry. If you don’t know, Hawkins has one fucking sweet pad. The kid is flossing it, (I’m not sure of the definition, but it works). While sitting around the apartment watching the Yankee game on Gamecast, Beach gave me the obligatory Tequila Tuesday call so I hopped on blue steel and rode to Beach’s. We sat around for a minute before walking to International Bar for a couple of stiffer-than-paul-while-watching-gay-porn drinks. By midnight we were spent so we parted ways.
Upon return to Hawkins’ apartment I realized that his house keys had fallen off my ring. This came as quite a surprise since I’m the type of kid who doesn’t loose track of anything. After some panic I began retracing my steps back to Beach’s and through the bar. By 1:30am I had spent an hour riding around combing the streets of the L.E.S. No dice. It was now time to impart my burglary skills that were taught to me while in residency at Weinstein. While feverishly trying to use my Metro Card to break in, Hawk strolled up wondering what the hell was going on. After some apology and other attempts at getting in the building, we decided to try to get in through the back of the building. The only problem was a 15 foot wall stood in our way. There was also a hobo passed out in front of said wall, and we didn’t want any hobo juice getting on our clothes so we had to be very careful. I climbed on top of a garbage cage and pressed my body flush against the building. Hawkins then used some hand hold to hop up and get on my shoulders. He proceeded to hop the wall and disappear from my sightline.
A few minutes later I could hear him yelling from the front of the building. He made it! We were in! Actually, we were in the building, but not his apartment. I spent some more time trying to pick into his apartment, but the door was bolted. We found a bunch of keys in an empty apartment so we tried those as well. No such luck. While hanging out on the terrace of the vacant 3rd floor apartment, Hawkins decides to start scaling the balcony. This was my first time seeing the Monkeyhawk in action, but let me assure you it does exist. He climbed up the building like spider man. His super human strength lifted him all the way to the sixth floor. My nerves were shot. I had 911 already dialed in my phone. Hawk was making noise while scaling the building so I ducked inside and turned off all the lights. A minute later I heard him calling down the stairwell. He made it, and by 3:30am I was able to calm down enough to get some sleep.
Wednesday was so joice, (Ivy if you read this, that’s a nod to your new word). When I returned home from a demoralizing day at work, I found our power was restored. The next few hours were spent sitting in the living room watching The Simpsons with the air conditioner blasting. It was satisfying. I final managed to get my Flavorpill work done for the following week, and even snuck in a nap before heading the Luna Lounge for Demander’s record release show.
With a massive headache plaguing me, I made way to the club where Jen and Asako greeted me. The girls were pretty psyched to see the band and Jen even offered to buy me a drink. So sweet of her, but my headache and exhaustion stopped me from consumption. I found a seat and settled in for the blistering beats of Demander. The mix was turned up so loud, but it really suites Demander’s style. The girls were in full force tonight and with the addition of Carlos, the band felt complete. When Karen and Sivan were playing as a two-piece I thought the shows were good, but their sound definitely benefits from a third member. Carlos, though he is not a permanent fixture, looked like he had been playing in the band from the beginning. There was some playful stage banter and the occasional freak out riffing that made him look great. Sivan and Karen have started a song catalog that would kick the shit out of any other female led group you can think of because their tracks are well crafted, bouncy and so dynamic.
After the show Matt RANA, Pooja and I stepped over to San Loco to watch Matt inhale some tacos before heading back to Luna to congratulate Demander on a job well done. My night came to an abrupt end once my head hit the pillow.
Yesterday I had a few tasks to accomplish after work. I ran uptown to pick up some tickets for the festival on Saturday and then I did some laundry. You may think laundry sucks, and so do I, but it does give you an hour window to make some phone calls so I decided to check up with my girls. Mom, Rachel and Chris are all doing fine. I love those girls. Upon returning home, I laid down in an effort to catch up on lost sleep. My lazy ass didn’t wake up till well into Friday so I missed Megan’s Birthday Party. Megan, forgive me. I’ve got nothing but love.
4 Comments:
Jay-
I've heard a lot about an up-and-coming band called the Culkins. They're supposed to be really awesome. I haven't heard their critically-aclaimed album yet, but I was told they'll be playing their first NYC show very soon. What's the deal?
Oveis
damn dude. i guess you can call me "false alarm" since i get all worked up on this site. in my defense, i have no way of knowing what's up in your life. no entries is brow raising for losers like me who foam at the mouth for party stories. glad to hear it was just a little black out. however, the tenents rights act allows you some kick back here. here comes some dorky talk (that's true): your landlord is in breach. he is contractually obliged to uphold his stated role, which he hasn't. you're owed some compensatory measures that in most cases like your's results in a short-term reduction or elimination of rent. in theory, his failure to provide you with this is grounds for litigation. i know all this is true, assuming your contract is generic. whatever, this sounds a little extreme but your landlord seems like an asshole so i'm just letting you know. i'm just saying...that's all. finally, i'm pretty far from broke at this point and buying people drinks (if i like them) is something i would do without question. what goes around, comes around. plus, what kind of dickhead wouldn't buy his friends drinks, if they're broke. so if i ever run into you at a bar and your broke, expect to drink no less than 25 drinks on me. it's all good. one day, one day. when's your b-day? SCAT TURDLY
i feel like going into energy conservation mode cause' i'm so tired. i hate it when one of my friends pukes in public. it fucks up my buzz. scat
adieu (?). good luck. i'll be back in a certain amount of time. listen to more from the band "exploding hearts". they're fucking good. scat turdly
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