That’s not right, is it? Yeah. So this idea of laying low due to limited access to financial backing, (read: I’m poor) never really panned out. Monday was successful, but Tuesday refused to let me pull the same Bail’n shit the previous evening afforded me. It began with a breakfast for dinner cooked by moi. If you are not a practitioner of this flip-flop, (not in the dirty democratic sense) of meals then get on the hook because its mucho deliciouso. After dinner I walked over to Mercury Lounge to check out Chris Howerton’s band, Fighterpilot. While waiting for Christie to show up, Jeannie entertained me with her stories of moving to Harlem and massive back scars which were actually tiny.
It was like a Westchester reunion in the club. There were so many hot, rich girls with awesome butts in attendance. Good work Chris. It was nice a chance to talk to Denise who was working the show room bar. Denise along with some other friends are heading to Austin this weekend for the Austin City Limits Festival. These lucky ones will see Wilco, The Pixies, Franz Ferdinand and Modest Mouse in a few days time. After a quick drink Fighterpilot hit the stage and played a set of radio friendly rock. Though it my not be my particular brand of cigarette, Chris’ band is extremely effective and awfully tight. It’s made up of a group of Berkeley music kids and you can definitely hear the influence of four years in the sunshine state. At the close of the set, Beach, Alistar, Builder, Michelle and I partook in a Tequila Tuesday tradition as old as the Killers popularity.
With my head beginning to spin, I managed to coax Christie into joining me on a trip over to Rothko to check out Hal and Jason’s band, The Morning After. Upon arrival we were met by the couple about town, Audrey and Dennis who are always a pleasure to see. Audrey even commented on my ballistic nature on the dance floor at last weeks MisShapes party. I couldn’t help but blush. Dennis, the always inoffensive self-promoter, reminded me of the Sons of Sound gig this Saturday at Sin-e. You should add this to your weekend agenda because this band will continue to grow behind the charisma and song writing ability of their refreshingly earnest front man.
The Morning After began to pour out of the sound system so Christie and I grabbed a drink and made way for the front. I have to say my reaction to their tunes was quite good. It reminded me of my first time seeing Walk Humongous. Maybe its time to dive right back into punk rock and forget all this indie bullshit, but I’m going to take my time making the transition. They were a lot of fun, and though I can see and hear the Stooges comparison, I won’t let them get off that easy. There were certain points where their rhythm section had the dark beauty of Joy Division. It wasn’t flashy, particularly from behind the kit, but the bassist made me stand at attention on several occasions. Some of their down tempo numbers reminded me of Vietnam or the Soledad Brothers while Jason’s guitar playing had a straight up art punk feeling especially when he backed it with spastic dance moves. Hal pranced around the stage and made me smile with his solid banter. I was altogether impressed and will definitely see them again.
Christie and I checked out the wine bar Inoteca post show. We shared some scrumptious white wine and an antipasto platter that reminded me of the stuff Momma Belin dishes out at Christmas. MMMMmmmm…. Tastes like nostalgia.
Modest Mouse is top of the pops and if you were in attendance last night, then you know what I’m talking about. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. The night was fruitful and hopefully this recap proves the same.
On my walk home from the office I ran into Beach and we discussed the giant crew that we were rolling with last night. After picking up some dinner at Tiny’s I headed home to chill out for a hot minute before the door started swinging. It started with Noah and Jin who were followed by Hawkins, Alister, Mike, Del, Allie, Tim, Katie (aka Shaniqua), Vahad, Rob and Sean Bones. If someone is missing, my apologies. We sat around the house listening to records and slugging beers in giddy anticipation of our trip to Webster Hall. At the 11th hour we hit the streets and ran into Christina (Happy 22nd Bday Blondie!) who was joining the mass of kids for the show. While walking up to the venue I spotted a couple Strokes standing outside of the movie theater with some hot blonde. All of a sudden Kyle walks right up to her and starts talking. I didn’t get the story, but that reminds me… I need to ask him.
Anyway, upon our entry to the club we were greeted by the likes of Tumbleweed, Daylen, Jomo, Lucy, Mia, Oveis!!!, Jo Divestar, Eric Say Hi, Doug DoP, Ry RANA, Pooja, Emma, Denise, Ramie, Kristen, Gerard, Phoebe and I’m sure the list goes on. Like I said, a huge crew was assembled. If anything, this aspect of the show made it fantastic. Going to see an amazing band with a huge group of friends is a feeling like none other. Everyone is there for the same reasons: get drunk, rock out and see a great band. We were all in sync last night.
After a couple beers Issac and the crew took the stage and pounded out a fantastic set. Though the mix sounded a bit better last time through, I thought last night’s show was fantastic. It was also my first trip to Webster under the Bowery Presents banner and you could tell the kids are making strides with this venue. Beers were knocked down a couple bucks since the Franz show, security wasn’t nearly as dick and there were heaps of great kids in the house. The venue is also a really interesting place to see a show. It has such an old school feel to it much like the Orpheum in Boston. You feel like at any point you could stumble upon a secret passage that will lead you to hidden treasure.
Anyway, Modest Mouse played a wealth of new material that included, Ocean Breaths Softly, The View, Dance Hall and Float On. My personal highlight was Paper Thin Walls. They played it early and it got me so hyped for the rest of the set. From that moment on I was a sweaty hopscotching mess. Rightfully so. They did a version of Doin the Cockroach that wasn’t very impressive. I was so psyched upon hearing the first note of this song, and then it didn’t deliver. Nonetheless, we continued to rock all the way to their 3rd Planet finale that made me smile like I won the lotto. After some serious noise from the crowd the boys came back out for an encore that included a great run through of Once Chance and an extended jam version of Cowboy Dan, (thanks for clearing that up Noah). They were truly a spectacle. Issac’s flair for the dramatic can’t help but make you want to throw down. He is guided by a serious passion for his craft that is evident in his stage presence.
After the show we hung around outside the venue for a bit before I made the call to hit up Cherry Tavern. A drink and a tequila shot later (thanks Eric) and I was home watching a film. I’ve had two amazing nights in a row, and if things work out tonight, you will be hearing about one more tomorrow.
Until then, good luck and god speed. Only 8 more working hours till the weekend.
7 Comments:
the cherry tavern, nice. it's a good spot. when you wrote you had a beer and a shot did you mean the cherry special of tecate and tequila? many, many a night that combo has reduced me to a state of disgraceful hobo drunkeness. aswell, not to be a bitch, but the sunshine state is florida. also, the berkeley school of music is not the same as the berkely (notice the absent "e") school of music. the berkely school of music, as i'm sure you know, is super well known and happens to be in boston. however, i do have a bunch of friends who went to u.c. berkeley and majored in music, also a hot program. in fact i've spent a whole lot of time there myself. ahh, those were the days.... scat turdly
it is really time to give it up.......you create this thing like your in this super scene...but it is not. next stage of your life buddy...move the fuck on to it.....most of the bands that you go see suck anyway...the transistion should not be that hard....I mean come on Odessa is a diner.
ahhhhhh yes, i love this type of comment. nice little bashing to put me in my place. funny thing is that you wasted your time reading this. just erase me from your bookmarks and go on with your life. i've been doing fine with mine.
also, scat, as always thanks for bringing the editorial gramma hamma down. you remind me of my mother.
woah, dude. just messing around. like i said, i didn't mean to be a bitch and i really don't think i hype my life in any way. in fact, i'd be the first to write that i'm a loser with nothing interesting to write about. that's why i find this page so fun to read. if i had any good shit of my own i'd have my own blog. sorry if i offended you and who ever likes to write with alot of "..." when stating their opinion. i didn't mean to do that at all. scat
scat that was directed at the comments right? i hope you weren't pertaining to me. i welcome your comments. either way... rocktastic.
some of the best drama in andy warhol's factory 'scene' happened in diners. like when edie sedgwick stormed out on the velvet underground and warhol b/c lou reed told her about dylan's other mistresses. they say she never spoke to em again. and my favorite 'scene' in john casavetes improv film 'shadows' takes place in a diner.
alls i'm sayin is, don't knock diners. u never know if you were conceived in one. face it brah, jjjay's 'scene' has u caught like a chicken leg in a hawk's talons.
-itsmatt
my boy matt is wicked smmmmmmart.
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