Wondering what to do with your Friday evening? Well, there are a million events this evening. Shows and parties are in full force, but there are a few events where your attendance is necessary. Let me give you the rundown.
First on the two do list is the Sam Champion and These Bones show at Luna Lounge (Ludlow btwn Houston and Stanton). It is considered a CMJ show, but it still adheres to all the typical goodness that characterizes the club. The show is FREE to any and all concertgoers. Sam Champion hits at 11pm and These Bones grace the stage promptly thereafter. You may want to get down there a bit early. Since it is CMJ and both bands are making a stir, this show will get hectic. Both of these bands have perfected their stage craft and they are ready to blow your minds. Make the effort. Support local music. Get drunk. Make out.
Check out Sam Champion’s Sets in the City interview over at Gothamist. Isn’t Noah a funny little fucker.
Also this rocking out this evening is Dirty On Purpose. They’ll be hitting at Fez (380 Lafayette) around 11:30pm. This means you have a decision to make. Choose wisely, but remember if you miss them tonight, they are playing with Arcade Fire on November 11th at the Bowery Ballroom. Word on the street is this show has sold out, but you may want to call the box office to see if they have any tickets left. It’s going to be a dandy. It’s FREE if you have a badge or $12 without.
Additionally, Anna and the tough as hell crew of Knife Skills (best band name ever... after weeezer) will be breaking your rock bones with an early set at Lit (2nd Avenue and something like 5th Street). Knife Skills are few and far between so you should take this chance to see them rock the basement at 8pm. I’m sure Jin will be running around like a parent making sure all their kids get to the proper soccer practices. Bring your ear plugs cause I’m sure these kids will be kicking out the jams at a level that will make your ears bleed with joy.
Good luck to Sam Champion, These Bones, Dirty On Purpose and Knife Skills. Unfortunately I’ll be working two shifts tonight and the only rock on my schedule consists of the second half of the Trail of Dead show at the Bowery. If you come through, say hi and buy me a shot, (or help me Culkin Lucy Beach who turns 21 at the stroke of midnight).
CMJ round two is now in the books. Last night was so much fun. My evening started with a stop by the Mud Truck to catch up with Kyle for a hot minute. He told me stories of battling off high school girls. He discussed fighting this young girl off while she tried dancing with him at Welcome to the Johnsons. Kyle is totally devoted to his lady friend, which is refreshing because most of my friends would welcome a 17 year old girl who was asking for it. Yuck. That is super dirty.
Next on the hit list was Webster Hall. We were gearing up for the first CMJ show at the club and despite the lengthy lists everything went well. From the ground floor all of the bands sounded pretty fantastic. They had Duke Spirit, Dogs Die in Hot Cars, The Music and Hope of the States. Denise and I were holding down the fort at the front door. We danced around like kids fresh off major pixie stick consumption. We talked about boys, (I’m so good at that despite the whole heterosexual thing) and spoke in accents. We were grasping at straws to pass the time. D. popped in a couple times to check on her people, and the whole night went pretty smoothly.
Julia relieved me once we knew things were nearly finished so I joined Dan, Denise and D. in the balcony for a few songs by the headliners. Hope of the States has a few things going for them. They are really passionate about the music they play. This is apparent in the band members bouncing around the stage and rocking out. It’s always good to see a high energy band, but there isn’t anything terribly defining in regards to their sound. We finished a drink or two and headed out of the club.
Dana and I walked over to the LES together, but we parted ways at Niagara. She wanted to go meet friends and I, at all costs, try to avoid Niagara. My sights were now set on a good night’s sleep, but my CMJ conscious got the best of me so I hopped into a cab and made way for the Bowery. The bitching security crew and Mia were hanging outside the club making sure everything was smooth. The manager came upstairs and was puzzled at my appearance. Apparently he thought some other kid was me. Big T. shook the kids hand and called him by my name, but there was no negative reaction. Yes, I look like everyone. It’s a blessing and a curse.
Stevo was working the merch table last night so I stopped by to chat him up for a bit. On my way to the head, I ran into Glenn who was there to give love to his Astralwerks crew. Then it was a quick hello to Megan who got some big hugs at the end of the show when she split with Ms. Pretty. Then it was upstairs to catch some of the Concretes set. In the back corner representing Tequila style were Dj Del, Daylen, Lucy and Tumbleweed. We eased into a less than exciting set from a highly buzzed about band.
There must have been 40 people on stage in the Concretes. Well, to be honest I think it was nine if I counted right, but the stage looked packed. I question whether or not all the instruments were actually plugged in because they were so damn quiet. This caused me to waste most of their set catching up with friends (which isn’t so much of a waste) rather than listening to their music. Nothing too memorable, but they did end their set with a mandolin solo that reminded me of one of the sounds on the new Libertines album. I see the Velvet Underground vibe, but when it gets down too it, I wish the Shout Out Louds would have headlined the show instead of the Concretes.
Speaking ot The Shout Out Louds, major congratulations (no pun intended) to them for signing with Capitol. The deal was inked yesterday before they played an early set at the Mercury Lounge. This band is super rad, and you should bring your iPod over so I can learn you.
Did anyone catch something that was fantastic? If so, drop me an email or a comment so I know what I'm missing. I'm sure I'll hear from non of you. Well, maybe the illustrious S.T.
One more note: Go Yankees.
2 Comments:
aww, shucks, jjjay. don't no one ever speak nice stuff about this ole hack. good to know i'm almost dependable, in a strange kinda way. scat
just curious, did kyle know the name of the young girl who tried dancing with him?
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