Dear Middle America and the rest of the suckers out there. Do not allow your vote to be swayed on the basis of the Bush/Cheney fear rhetoric. How could captain Halliburton think that “Bush understands the war”? No one understands the war including the jackass who decided to push us into this conflict despite pleas from the United Nations to hold off until they were done searching for WMD? Let’s just hold out hope that democracy still exists in the country and we won’t have to endure the pilfering of the White House at the hands of the Republicans.
All the rocking out on Friday may have ruined my Saturday morning, but after finishing a previous blog post, I headed to Webster to retrieve my Ipod. Thankfully, Paul was getting things set for the evening’s show so he was able to let me in the office to grab my precious. On my way back to the house, I ran into Beach who planned to aimlessly search for a costume. Some luck wishing and a cab ride later lead me to Clinton Street Bakery where Builder and I planned to eat. The Bakery has turned into quite the rage as of late. Our waits are getting longer and longer, but it’s well worth it for their delicious BLT and split pea soup. It’s also fun to patronize a local establishment where everyone knows and recognizes you from your previous visit. After brunching, a quick stop at Blockbuster found me with Cool Hand Luke, Easy Rider and Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.
Later that evening Kyle and I had Louis, Dan and Dilly over for a bit of pregaming before the evening’s official start. We caught the end of a fantastic Michigan versus Michigan State game. Michigan came back from a huge fourth quarter deficit to win in the third overtime. After the game we made way for the Luna Lounge for the Walk Humongous Halloween Spectacular. Everyone was giddy with excitement as the band took the stage. Their costumes were grade A: Max as Lady Liberty, Colin as Abe Lincoln, Noah as a soldier and Stevo as a spot on post crucifixion Jesus Christ. They thwarted Dan and my plan for an onstage Culkin by playing Changing the World first. The spectacle started out with the focus on the music, but it quickly turned into a shitshow. By their third song, Tommy Was A Dancer things were starting to get out of hand.
Sidenote: my coworker just IM’d me this: “Made out with a man dressed as a hooter girl.”
This song gave me the proper chance to nail Max with the dozen roses I brought for the band. Right before the chorus count off, I nailed him square in the chest and the flowers exploded everywhere. It was choice. During the same song, Max jumped down closer to the crowd and was pelted square in the nose with an egg thrown by Kyle. At this point everyone knew it was on. Beer was spit, everything and anything was thrown at them (including corn beef hash that had been in my kitchen for over a year) and the packed room smiled and danced in full blown approval. They played a hilarious cover of Move It, Move It or whatever the hell that song is called. The latter half of their set included some kick ass tracks such as Pantalones! and I Don’t Like That. If Halloween ever needed an official band, it would beg Walk Humongous to sign a contract. They are what you think of when you hear the word fun.
Following the set and a quick margarita (half of which I threw on Bothe who was dressed as Luther from The Warriors) a couple of sweet bees made me privy to the free vodka drinks at The Hanger. After some dinking about, Cami and I walked over to the bar with a Sparks in tow. Natalka was tending her own bar in a bitching Wonder Woman costume. Everyone from the show eventually made it to the bar and we collectively got wrecked. The best part was the total control we had over the bitching jukebox. Seriously, they have collected some of my favorite records and made them available to all the local drunks. Nicely done. My night got blurry when Cami and I got nestled in the front corner of the bar and I took down shot after shot of tequila. Tonight was especially sweet because even though Cami and I are always out at the same bars, we never hang out when we’re in big groups. We finally did, and it was wonderful. Jigga, Builder and I ended the night with pizza and knifers as I pulled a serious Belin on a good friend. My B.
For some damn reason, I woke up on Sunday at 8:30am again and I couldn’t fall back asleep. This prompted bedroom viewings of Cool Hand Luke and Easy Rider both of which are superb films. There is a making of Easy Rider on the DVD and I highly advise any fan of the film checking it out. Who knew Peter Fonda was so fucking cool? Around 1pm I met Dana in front of Clinton Street which was once again packed so we opted for the General Store. We were waiting for Sylvia outside of the restaurant for a bit before we decided to take a seat in the joint. There were numerous open tables so we took one for three. A minute later some jackass said we could not sit until our entire party was present. What the fuck guy? Your restaurant isn’t nearly full and you are kicking out customers. This got me fumed so once Sylvia got there we slid into B3 for brunch. Matt and Alex, some of Sylvia’s friends, were already in there so they joined us for a meal characterized by garbage service and incorrect orders. Outside of the conversation, Sunday brunch was a disaster.
Dana and I popped into Croxley Ale House to say hello to Paul and his lady who were finishing up their lunch. They took off, but Dana and I stuck around so she could watch the second half of the Packers game. Thankfully, Brett and the boys hung on to their lead. This meant two very important things: 1. Dana would be in a good mood for the duration of the day. 2. Kerry is going to win tomorrow’s election. We parted ways and I returned home to search for Crock Pot recipes on the web.
Later that evening, I joined Beach, Daylen and Noah at J.P. Wards to slug a few PBR’s and watch the end of the Steelers dismantling of the previously undefeated Patriots. It’s nice to see the Pats aren’t invincible. We stopped in at 186 for a quick minute before gearing up for the big Mercury Lounge show. Some final tweaking to my costume and I was ready for the rock show. If you weren’t there, I wore the same costume as last year: velour Puma track suit, tons of bling, Boys In The Hood t-shirt, glasses, bandanna, cocked personalized graffiti hat and the ghetto blaster. To say the least, I looked damn good.
We rolled into the club as the Sam Champion Big Band was taking the stage. They played a Marc Bolan interview prior to taking the stage. The boys looked fantastic. Big ups to Miller’s mullet, Noah and Matt’s boas, Sean Bones’ fringe and Ryan’s vest with a tie (he definitely looked the best). They played T Rex’s classic record Electric Warrior from start to finish, and besides Noah vocal level for the first 20 seconds, the set was so on point. They flashed serious talent with last nights set and Noah’s voice channeled Bolan so much so that a mere blink of the eyes made me think it was 1971. My favorite part of the whole set was Brian flush on stage right hammering away at his bongo drum. This added a deliciously authentic feel to the entire set. Matt’s backing harmonies also added another beautifully necessary layer to the songs. They looked like they were having a grand old time and its now my contention that they should consider quitting all their respective bands to hit the road touring as the premier T Rex cover band. A one man standing ovation is deserved for pulling it off this experiment with such accuracy.
During change over, I went outside and propped the ghetto blaster on the telephone box outside of the club and danced as strangers passed by. Later that evening Mikey was shooting this scene and we even got some shots of me dancing in Pun Jab and the middle of traffic on Houston Street. Kudos to other great costumes like the Phish girls, Del as Napoleon Dyanmite, Emma’s Flava Flav, Pooja’s devil in a blue dress (hhhhhot), Mia’s Polyphonic Spree tambourine player, Katie’s Medussa and Dave’s Slim Jim.
These Bones played what may be rumored as their last show. Their incredible set was overshadowed by word floating around the club that they are breaking up. Is this true? Hopefully Sean Bones drops me an email explaining the situation. They dressed as the Beatles on the Abby Road record. They were a cover band, get it? Anyway, their set started with their normal closer, Rock and Roll Part Two before rocking their Britney cover, Toxic. They sounded so big last night and since my head was still with me I was able to do a bit of listening. As Stevo and I discussed, These Bones write amazing songs. They really have a good craft. Each part is unique and yet they can’t stand alone. It is the whole of These Bones that makes them great. It would be a shame to see that come to an end. The set included rock-solid numbers like Time Capsules, Liquids and Solids and they closed with my personal favorite, Line For a Line. Say it ain’t so These Bones.
After taking a tequila shot out a pumpkin shot glasses Daylen carved at Beach’s request, Demander brought more rock to the Mercury. These kids always put on a good show of hard melodic punk rock. Big ups to Carlos for dressing up like a crazy dude who stepped out of 1986 with a hint of irony and a whole lot of shiny. For the first time I could really hear Matt's parts. He is a unique addition to a band who is know for bringing some serious heart stopping rock to the stage. As they wailed away at tracks like Wicked World, I fell extremely tired and at the close of their set, I hustled home.
It was great to see everyone come out last night. Halloweens are definitely meant to be that much fun. For the record there were two botched Culkins. Builder and I failed to take Beach down and I pulled a ninja move on the Beach’s as they attempted to bring J-Money to the floor. Addition thumbs up to late night glam Beach (outfit sold separately).
5 Comments:
Whats a culkin?
outside of being an awesome child actor and small time pot offender, a culkin is a move reserved for bastard friends and loved ones. diagram of a culkin: on person kneeling on all fours behind unsuspecting victim. Pusher in front of victim. If at all possible, pusher should take the beer from victims hands and then push them over the kneeler. its just that simple. rinse, repeat.
Righhhhht. Saw a good one at the end of the end of the night. Met you once at your backyard party. I'm Mars, AKA Ringo Rizzak, AKA the crack whore from last night. Love your blog. Peas.
...not to mention the incredible MC5 kick out the jams testimonial, as spewed forth (w/mucho gusto) verbatim by the Sorcerybird, as an inroduction to These Bones gnarly set!
ringo, i hear it was a beach with beach on del culkin late night style. i'm glad one successful put down was accomplished even if it was on napoleon dynamite. and the these bones are seriously over, i'm bummed. i dug them. i can't wait for the reunion tour.
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