Howdy folks. Sorry for the delay with the construction of this post. My special apologies to the new reader who claim to check this blog four times a day. Since the weekend ended I’ve been very busy. Before jumping into a recap of the entire shitshow, there is some dirt I have to get off my shoulders. Anna, this is in no way directed at you or the rest of your band (Fxxxing Lion), but I want to pee on your lead singer. It’s not because he acted like a smart ass when I ran into him on the street before the gig. It’s not because of his inability to do tricks with a microphone. It’s not because he took his pants off during the set on Saturday and proceeded to moon the crowd. None of that bothers me. It rolls right off my back. What does piss me off is his first onstage utterance Saturday night, “Trail of Dead fucking sucks.” This came directly after me bringing down the house volume on one of my favorite Trail of Dead tracks, It Was There That I Saw You before Fxxxing Lions began their set. Thank you for directly commenting on my selection of music. I’m sorry if Trail of Dead is way too 2001 for you, but seriously reexamine your comments in the context of your band, the cloths you wear and your singing ability if that’s what we’re calling it. You fucking copycat. I don’t want this to be taken the wrong way by the rest of the band, because the Fxxxing Lion has some serious song structures that had me grooving the entire way. They destroyed the Trash sound system with a post hardcore sound that is one of my personal favorites, but thanks to dude’s comment, I’ll never see them again. Whatever, Trail of Dead fucking rocks. And I played Michael Jackson’s Bad followed by The Misfits Attitude right after their set, though I’m certain I’m the only one who got the joke.
Since Friday I’ve tried to stay under the radar with the obvious exception of Saturday night. After work at the Law School, I rushed home to get some warmer clothes on for a shift at Webster Hall. Keller Williams was slated to play two sets that evening, and the hippies came out in full force. Noah was kind enough to score us some Roasters before the doors opened, but slamming a roast beef sandwich may not have been the best idea. The walk up wasn’t nearly as crazy as Bunbury, but the show still did pretty well. We had a lot of fun making up the “Jay the Friendly Door Guy,” song and Gigs busted me giving the cute hippy girls preferential treatment. In any event, we had a good night at the club. My shift ended promptly at 11pm and so did my Friday night. On the way home I decided to scramble to see if anyone was having a drink on the direct path to my apartment, but my calls were in vain. After a quick “episode” in Gracefully where I though I was going to pass out like last winter, I was home watching late shows and making mix tapes.
Saturday was spent exactly how I pictured it; sitting in my living room doing next to nothing. Builder and I sat around watching Da Ali G Show while making piles of mix tapes for the party. Eventually Noah came over and we did much of the same. It was truly a wasted day. Around 7pm we hopped in a cab to take a quick trip to Trash. Noah was supposed to meet Ryan for load in, and I wanted to drop off my milk crate of CDs. Dirty On Purpose was sound checking and Jin was milling about looking like a girl who was preparing for her big birthday party. She introduced us to Rich and Cathy, her brother and sister, and we decided to stop by Snacky’s for some dinner. Since I already ate, I just shared a Sapporo with Jin while they dined on the delicious tapas at the restaurant. We were later joined by George, Anna, some girl whose name I never caught, Dj and his lady friend. We had a minor crisis when Jin lost the guest list. Well, to be fair, she didn’t lose it. The list tried to escape her clutches. In an attempt to gain its independence, the list slipped into a tiny crack between the wall and the bench. Eventually we were able to recover it and put it back under Jin’s rule.
With the list in tow, Jin and I skipped down Grand Street in an effort to hustle our way back to the club. Upon arrival I said some hellos and made a direct line to the back room. Bob (the sound guy) had been kind enough to show me the ropes earlier in the evening, so I was able to walk right into the booth to get things started. There aren’t many memories of my set. I often notice that Jin, Audrey or Nora post the songs they played while DJing, (or in my case juke boxing, what the hell is a BPM). For me, its all about playing the hits mixed with a few old school tunes that will make someone walk up just to tell me how much they love a song, (or you can just scream like Jin when I played the Walkmen). There was one song with a guaranteed reaction. When I played Neu, George came to the booth to tell me it was one of his all time favorite songs. This I figured long before playing it.
The night was a bit blurry, but it was great to see everyone out in full force in honor of such a sweet girl. There were times when I’d get so spun around that everything felt like one big mess. This coupled with the surprise guest appearance of certain unmentionables into my blood stream made for an evening of craziness. You already know my reaction to Fxxxing Lion, but let me break down what I can recall in reference to the other bands. Sam Champion brought the goods. The dismal acoustics at Trash seemed to take the pressure off which afforded Noah and the boys a chance to rip. They brought out all the hits. The Sean element of the band has yet to develop into what I’d like to see, but then again, it isn’t my call. Sean is a bird. You can’t cage him. More Solos! Anyway, I’m sure they covered Neal Young somewhere along the way, but one of my favorite tracks is their new call and response tune, Jealous Shakes. This song could be the Company Dance of 2005. Thanks to Jack for pointing out the obviousness behind my decision to play The Weight directly after Sam Champion finished.
I wasn’t the most attentive kid during the bands, but that’s because my time in the booth prevented the mingling necessary for a make out session, (which naturally never happened). It was good to see kids like Jamie who came all the way from Canada for this party, though Jamie (and I know you’ll read this at some point), I don’t know if I believe that you live in Canada. Are you sure you don’t live on like 205th Street and just figure it’s our neighbor to the North? It was also nice to see kids like Jo, DTL, Juliet and Greg who I only get to see at special occasions. There were also the usual suspects that always make these parties killer. This included Kyle, Hawkins, Mikey, Builder, Miriam, Erin, Stevo, Dan, Dave, Mia, Gigs, Liz, Lance, Howerton, Dan, Sarah, Dalia, Maya, Tim, Karl, Nate, Amy, Chris, Janeanne, Melanie, Simon, Scott, Christie, Julia and the list could go on and on and on. Thanks for coming out and rocking out.
To be honest, I can’t comment much on the Dirty On Purpose set. I didn’t manage to watch much of it, but I guess that’s ok because I’ll live to see them play again soon. I do recall standing on a bench with Ackerman while they were playing, but that was interrupted by Jamie feeding me drinks, (God love him). As their set finished I took control of the decks one last time before the hot karaoke girls came to take over. Hot karaoke girls are hot. The next thing I remember, I was sitting in the basement smoking with Mia and Dave in a very dimly lit corner. It felt sketchy as hell, but it was nice to take a break and catch up with some friends. I stuck around in the backroom for a bit hoping Mia would get a chance to sing Whitney Houston, but after a few kids belted out tunes, I made way for the pool table. Hawkins and I shot Joe and probably some girl in a game of pool before hopping in the car and making way for home.
Sunday was met with mixed reviews. Loose Record had an early afternoon meeting before I settled into a day of football. The good news is that Notre Dame has found a new football coach in the Patriots’ offensive coordinator, Charlie Weis. In addition, my main man Ty Willingham is back in the Pac-10. He took a job coaching at University of Washington. They could use his guidance. The bad news is the Jets lost to the Steelers. Josh, Kevin, Dan, Alister, Mikey and I sat around watching the Jets offense play like garbage. I’m not going to get on my Chad Pennington tirade, but the kid better get us into the playoffs if he wants to be in this fan’s favor. The evening was closed out with Thai food and paper writing. Thanks to Alister, I didn’t fuck about and got some work done.
Monday was spent finishing a long overdue Incomplete. If you know me more than most, you know I never finished school. Why? I’m just not going to sweat it. Tuesday was a deadline for me to turn in a paper for the internship I did last spring. A bunch of coffee and 30 pages later, I had something for my professor. During yesterday’s lunch hour I turned it in to my advisor. She asked when I planned on taking the final step to finishing and I told her my goal was before 2010.
Last night I had to work the John Legend show at Bowery. Some might ask who John Legend is, and my only answer would be that he was in a singing group with Allie’s older sister while they attended UPenn together. Apparently he has the goods because the room was packed with kids hungry for the R&B. Luckily the club had the Dynamic Door Duo holding down the fort. I was freezing my ass off at second door when Ray nearly saved my appendages. He remembered there was an extra pair of socks stashed in the office, and he hooked me up. Those socks saved my day. After my shift was finished, I cruised downstairs to hang with the crew while everyone finished up. Merida was kind enough to warm me up with a nice glass of whiskey. I desperately want to insert something here that embarrasses Merida since she is new to Good Times Roll, but my wit is running on empty. As the evening came to a close, Mia and I walked down Delancy freezing our respective asses off.
And on a final note, I’d like to claim the crotch in this picture. Yup, that’s mi junk. Now for your moment of Zen:
12 Comments:
Jay---nice crotch picture. I didn't know you were a raisin smuggler! Congratulations. Love, PB
thanks PB. I learned it from watching you.
Jay--Also nice usage of the button fly to create a faux-bulge. Your pants selction helped transform you from mousedick to moosedick.
thanks man. i'm psyched everyone is into my bulge even if it is all an illusion using mirrors and socks.
jay,
can't say that i'm not sad to be in the cross-fires of a perceived war between you and our singer joe. (increase the peace.) i did appreciate the michael jackson after the set, but didn't get the (good) pun. lions aren't always so well behaved.
xo,
anna
no problem anna. didn't want to start a feud. just had to get it off my chest. you guys did rock though.
That singer is a douchebag, and your band sucks for not knowing it.
hey kids, be nice. i heart fxxxing lion and jay. what to do?
I like being a douchebag. Nothing you said really bothers me at all, you just sort of come off as a gigantic crybaby. Which is fine, it suits you well and provided me and everyone I know with hours of laughter. Losers like you crack me up. However, I was more offended by your compliments. We had "some serious song structures that had me grooving the entire way"? Ewww. Whoa there, Lester Bangs. That's some rock journalism right there. But do me a favor and save that talk for your review of the 311 show. You need to apologize for that right now.
Trail of Dead sucks. I don't like them. I don't know who you are at all but you decided to go on this long (PERSONAL) diatribe against me because you didn't like something I said. Did I say "Trail of Dead sucks and fuck whoever is playing them?" No, I didn't.
And why the hell would I get the joke when you played "Bad" followed by "Attitude?"
A) That's not very funny or clever, the equivalent would be me rebutting by going up to you with a boombox and playing "Bad Reputation" while giving you a smug grin from 10 feet away. Who would think that's anything but idiotic?
B) I can't believe instead of saying something to me afterwards and probably getting an apology you decided to play some songs whose titles when said back-to-back express your feelings about me. That might be the most pathetic thing I've ever heard in my entire life. And saddest of all, you're proud of it.
C) I was already not paying attention to your pedestrian musical choices so I didn't even hear what was playing after our set.
D) How paranoid would I have to be to put those two together? Hey he just played "Bad". Hey now, he's playing "Attitude". These are fairly common songs but he must be making a jab
You might want to not just avoid Fxxxing Lion shows but just rock shows in general. Stick with the safety of the Diet Sonic Youth stylings and contrived water bottle chucking and drum smashing of Trail of Dead, because that's all you seem comfortable with. God forbid someone says something sucks at a rock show. Or else the DJ might play songs whose titles consecutively spell out mean things.
P.S.
"I want to pee on your lead singer"
That's really gross. Who are you, Chuck Berry?
thanks buddy! i'm glad you take this with such a literal fever. keep it rocking.
hugs!
ps. i do have an xtra tic for the 311 show next week give me a ring if you want to get down. no pun intended.
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