Yesterday was gorgeous. No doubt about it. On my way home from the school, I stopped into Urban Outfitters to purchase a scarf. I think they were playing the entire Thrills record in there, but without confirmation, I say it with little certainty. Luckily the store carries the same model of scarf that kept my double chin warm last year. Once I returned to 186 it was supposed to be all about work, but I got side tracked by the last issue of Skyscraper. While leafing through its pages, a review of The Break Up’s album caught my eye. The writer didn’t pull any punches and gave straight up evidence that this record was trite rock. To my pleasant surprise, the writer was none other than Josh from Royal Flush and The Spicy Rizzaks. For the next half hour I flipped through the piles of reviews in the publication reading everything Josh had to offer. Josh, if you read this, I was digging the self-imposed question at the start of a good number of your interviews. Josh has bitching style. If you have the time to throw a few words together for Loose Record here and there, I’d be more than grateful.
Update: The Josh B. isn’t the real Josh B. The writer Josh B. will be Culkined repeatedly until he changes his last name. As jaded as he sounds, he still has a cool writing style.
So I did manage to get some work done prior to my venture over to Ludlow Street when I stopped by Daredevil Tattoo. After perusing the books, I decided on Eli to design my fifth tattoo. Since he isn’t coming back to town for another week, I’m hoping to see if Jigga can come up with anything that would help to fill out my left shoulder. Jeff, do you read this? Let’s talk.
Then a quick walk up 2nd Avenue brought me to Cami’s house. She was having some interior design issues, (read: rearranging her apartment). Since my mom has suckered me into watching many episodes of the Christopher Lowell show, I’ve got a keen eye for this type of mission. Ok, so I’m full of shit. I don’t have an eye for anything, but I was able to help Cami come up with a layout that worked. Hopefully she dug the new style and was able to get some sleep.
Once we finished up the furniture moving, we headed to the street in search of dinner. After a little teeth pulling, we made the decision to hit up the 2nd Avenue Deli. This restaurant is like a little slice of heaven. Tucked within tables full of people who looked of the Jewish persuasion, Cami and I dined on their most delicious grub like a couple of good Christians. Back in 1999, Lou took me on my first trip to the Deli. He couldn’t believe I never had maztah ball soup and I wasn’t privy to the deliciously salty pastrami, (outside of watching Seinfeld). So Cami and I ate so much food we needed to be rolled out of the restaurant. To be honest, I could eat there every day. Cami wants to be adventurous next time by eating some tongue.
On my walk home, it was difficult not to notice all the people in the street staring at the moon. Upon joining the crowd, my phone rang. Dana was calling to make sure I was checking out the Lunar Eclipse. Before the earth completely shaded the moon, I managed to make it to Rivington and Norfolk where Dana was watching. There were heaps of kids in the street who got rowdy when the moon went completely dim. We had some trouble figuring out the logistics of the eclipse (yeah, we’re retarded) so she called her mom to confirm. After our star gazing, we were in search of libations.
We joined the rowdies at Welcome to the Johnson’s. Dana secured the front couch while I picked up some PBRs. After a couple drinks, some solid chit chat and some dinkas knocking my beer into my lap, we decided to call it a night. Back at 186 I couldn’t get my dam FUGU working. I’m trying to post a bunch of flyers here, but someone (Builder maybe) has done something that is preventing me from using my server. Fucking Interweb.
*** In some rawsome news, The Gothamist catches up with These Bones who recently played The Plan in Boston (boooo) and are hitting the skins this Sunday at Mercury Lounge. Make sure you get there on time because this show also includes sets from the Sam Champion Big Band and Demander. Kisses to Sean for the shout out.
*** Walk Humongous is also playing a show this weekend. Get to the Luna Lounge on Saturday for a rocktabulous show. Bring things to throw on stage, and I don’t want to make any promises, but I may have to jump on stage and beat the microphone out of Max’s hand when they play Changing the World. Though, by the looks of this picture, no one is stealing his mic.
Why don’t people take me by the hand and lead me to my love? Seriously, Builder has told me about this band before, but we never got around to sitting down and listening to the record. Since I’m one of the few audiophiles who lives life without vinyl (except for the occasional 7inch or DFA single), I don’t get to sample the shelf of records Builder keeps squirreled away in his room. Though our house has four turntables, not a single one of them resides in my bedroom. Anyway, I have to cut this short. Go buy Neu! 2. Sorry to fluff you and not rub you off. Read about it here.
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neu! is one of george's favorite bands. and one of his biggest influences. as if you couldn't tell. you, builder and george have a lot to talk about!
ok, since i can't stop listening to neu! 2 i just stopped at Rebel Rebel and picked up their first record and Neu! 75. i'm flipping my shit at work and my coworkers think i'm crazy. these guys are fantastic. can you image if they huge with kraftwerk? anyway builder sucks.
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