Twas the night before the night before Thanksgiving and all through the city; all the creatures were stirring including two Beach’s. The tequila was poured with destruction and care; in hopes that a Culkin soon would be there. The rockers had gathered all snug by the bar; while many watched the butt wiggler dance from afar. With me in my scarf and Sean in his cap; we looked hipper than ever as a matter of fact.
Enough of that…
Here is a list of things Jay will give thanks for: My beautiful Mother, the two best sisters ever, Bruce the Moose, all the Melisano’s, my killer roommates, my bitching friends and their enduring friendship, Weezer, good health (kind of), the ability to self sustain, Tequila, all the girls in the world (even the crazy ones), Margie Q, Joy Division, Loose Record, The Mercury Lounge, The Bowery Ballroom, Webster Hall, my iPod and last but not least Pabst Blue Ribbon.
Now for a list of things Jay isn’t giving thanks for: Rent (the payment and the play), The Red Sox, George Bush, The Hidden Cameras, hang overs, a complete inability to figure out the opposite sex, Middle America, tofu, Notre Dame’s football record, Phish, Red Lobster, Oveis, a complete lack of balls, Brooklyn, Loan Payments, zits, Radiohead, The War in Iraq, Grandaddy, Con Edison and Scott Toilet Paper (late addition: Pitty Sing for Noah).
Am I hung over? The lethargic nature of my moments makes it apparent. Am I sick? The consistent hugging of porcelain leads me to believe so. Am I an idiot? Typically this question doesn’t need to be answered, but today my head is emphatically howling YES. As I sit in my office sipping coffee and realizing why Blink 182 was one of my favorite bands in high school, another wave of wagon riding comes to mind only to be ignored over the course of the next few hours. Allow me to recount my well worn path to the morning after.
The evening began with a trip to the grocery store. Since I’m fairly neurotic, there was no way my Thanksgiving shopping would be left until the last minute, (I’ll wait for Christmas to fuck up a holiday). Key Foods wasn’t nearly as packed as expected, but there were a large number of crazies in the house. Take for instance the old lady who was in front of me at checkout. She insisted that the checkout girl open the register and exchange her pennies for a dime because she couldn’t be bothered to carry around so much change. It was an on going battle, but the woman waited five minutes for her fucking dime. I was awfully close to giving her a quarter and asking her to move it along.
Mike stopped in for some finalizing of the new Loose Record logo. We are damn near finished with it, and hopefully you’ll all dig it. In my humbly bias opinion; it is quite fresh. Soon we’ll have heaps of schwag to hand out so you can be the first on your block to adorn a pin or t-shirt with our namesake shamelessly plastered all over it. After we finished up, I made my way over to Dana’s house to hang for a quick minute prior to hitting up the Bowery. Dana said she had a present for me and since I love presents a spring was in my step. She hinted that it was a box set so my mind began to wonder… Nirvana… New Order… I was way off. It was ten times better. The new Michael Jackson box set. The Ulitmate. It contains four CDs, a DVD and a huge book. The best part is that is spans his entire career. If you’ve yet to realize, Michael Jackson is the fucking man, (outside of the whole fucking kids thing). Thanks Dana!
After some disgust while watching The Biggest Loser Ever or whatever that show is called, we made way for the Bowery. We were greeted by Noah who was working the door and Sean who was keeping him company. Merida hooked us up with some beverages and we cruised upstairs to get set for Apollo Sunshine. The three boys from New England have made it a long way since I last saw them. In fact, they rocked. They have hilarious songs, ridiculous stage antics and some massive guitar hero moves. Their set included a strobe light session, additional musicians playing guitars, tambourines and cowbells, a song that feature those tiny guitars who's name I can’t begin to spell and a double necked guitar/bass. Needless to say, my eyes were as happy as my ears. Stand up and take note, Apollo Sunshine will take over. As Dana pointed out, they just need a big act like Ween to take them on tour.
The night grew longer and tequila Tuesday came into effect. Sean, Beach and I kicked things off and later some other peps including Dana got in the mix. Someone should follow us around and take pictures of our faces post tequila shot. Last night would have made a hilarious collage. We retired to the basement to meet up with Tumbleweed. Lucy and I thought Beach couldn’t find him, but then Danny, in all his furry glory, cruised into the bar. The evening was shaping up to be a lot of fun.
We returned to are spot in the corner and after explaining to this kid that I wasn’t Nate we got another shot, (coincidently, Nate got a call later that night from someone who mistook me for Nate on my walk home). Dogs Die In Hot Cars started their set with a solo acoustic song done by their lead singer which recalled the opening to the Franz Ferdinand record. Their set was decent, but holy cow are they gay. I mean, the lead singer just screams gay. This isn’t a bad thing, but wow. Katie and I were basking in its glory. It was like A-Ha, Dexy, The Talking Heads and The Cure had one giant orgy and we were watching its replay. They have a couple songs that make me wiggle which remind me that the butt wiggler was in full effect last night. That guy is really on top of his shit. The night ended with more tequila in the basement and as I feel my arm seizing up, I’m reminded of the few that weren’t necessary.
Happy Turkey! Everyone have safe travels. Call me if you are in town and want to join us for the big 186 meal. And now for your moment of zen:
4 Comments:
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Happy Thanksgiving. I love you sweet prince. I'm in Vegas. Come here and we can elope.
Your Boyfriend, big time.
I just wanted to say I'm glad you're giving props to the boys at apollo sunshine. That band kicks ass. They're just having fun and making good music. They're definitely not doing it for the money (I know them, and they're broke). But they tour non-stop anyway and are living the dream. I can't wait to see they're video (hopefully it's crazy, just like they're live show). It looks like they're doing well too, if they sold out the Bowery, but I think Arcade Fire might be closer to taking over. Why do I see they're name everywhere now? I don't think they have worked for it nearly as hard as the apollo boys not to mention countless other bands. ~ghortron2006
I heard Pitty Sing had to change their name to PittyFul...
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