Last night my evening was completely ruined. Plans involving a Flavorpill party and a stop by the Mercury Lounge crumbled in the wake of a welcomed diversion. After my horrendous day at the office came to a close, I hustled home to grab my laptop before heading to some bar on 1st Avenue between 2nd and 3rd Streets. The internet connection at 186 is spotty at best, (and if you live in that building, have a network, and want to split payment, please email me!). With this chip hanging off my shoulder, it was a necessity to hole up at the bar to get my Flavorpill listing in on time and to catch up on a back log of emails. My apologies to those of you who got neglected. After a couple whiskeys and a short book to Whitney, I took off in search of dinner. My hunt lead me to some tiny Vietnamese sandwich shop just east of Avenue A on 2nd Street. With dinner in hand, I headed home, but ran into Sir Loco who had a copy of the new Shout Out Louds record for me. We were discussing the evening’s events when Ms. Nelson cruised by on her way to Rothko. I joined her on the short trip back to my house while we discussed the blowing up of my night at Atomique.
Back to the lecture at hand. My night was destroyed because of that handoff made by Mr. Nacho. I proceeded to return home and listen to the record straight through nearly four times in a row. Never have I so anxiously anticipated the receipt of a record. Wait, that’s an exaggeration. Sorry, sometimes I get ahead of myself. When Weezer put out Pinkerton, I skipped that day of High School and sat in the Clearfield Mall parking lot for three hours waiting for NRM (National Record Mart) to open its doors. The Shout Out Louds debut full length is finally in my possession, and I couldn’t be happier. There is a strange honesty to their work which makes me want to bottle them up and send them to a loved one. Their music makes me want to dance, cry and figure out life before it leaves me behind. Hopefully you’ll feel the same way. Otherwise, you’re deleted from my phone. So the rest of my evening was spent in the living room reading while the record repeated in the background.
To drunk people, but do we even think for ourselves. I hope that you don’t let nobody do not thinking for you, except for may Jay, Colin, Noah and Steve. Oh, wait, I’m not in Walk Humongous, but sometimes I wish it were true. Get out to Northsix tonight and pack the downstairs for another ridiculously good time with Walk Humongous, (they play early!).
Sharing the bill is the Ohio based, Nintendo dance punk of Stylex. They were kind enough to hook me up with some of their music earlier this year after I stumbled upon their website in search of a Midwest scene. Unfortunately, my contact with them has been minimal due to the business of 2004, but I hope to catch up with them this evening.
Check out what the Village Voice had to say:
The musical equivalent of the Japanese hero Godzilla, Stylex are at war with the same technological nightmare that spawned them and that threatens the very existence of humankind. But instead of battling nuclear fallout monsters from outer space with fire breath and eye lasers, they use guitar and screaming with Devo/Trans Am synth sounds in reverse.
If you are heading to Northsix from Manhattan, let me know. If you have a car, I’ll be your girlfriend. If we ride the subway, I’ll be your boyfriend.
*** Good Goddamn. Not only do we have a whole season of great pitching to watch, but the NY Post will surely print some of the best, most inappropriate headlines all year long. God bless the Big Unit.
*** People on the street are saying that the Sam Champion, Dirty On Purpose, Two Gallants, Rogue Wave show at Mercury are selling faster than the Green Day album. Pick your's up at the Mercury Lounge (weekdays 12-7pm) or from Ticketweb.
*** This is one fucked up way to get a little press. When I die, someone please burn me and toss me in the ocean. I wouldn’t want anyone to have to go through this.
*** This record should be hotter than Kyle’s after work shit. With Prefuse throwing down the beats, these lyricists can’t go wrong.
*** Oh… I can’t wait for Beverly Hills to hit stores. If you have an advanced copy of this upcoming Weezer track, I’ll swap for sexual favors.
*** Anyone care to join me on a trip to the U.K.? Think about it. Fish, chips and these shows.
*** Can I get a collective Shit Yeah!
*** Junkmedia’s abbreviated history of the influential German group, Can.
*** Patti Smith gets paid while Legs McNeil is the man. If you don’t think so, then read Please Kill Me.
*** Check out the video for the Kaiser Chiefs first single, I Predict A Riot, (Real Media). NYC will do a collective underwear change in under a month.
*** We hear at Good Times Roll are big fans of The Music. Check them out on tour as they comb the U.S. in the next couple months.
*** Be still my heart. I love you even more.
*** Hopefully Ronnie can pull and OJ, but things aren’t looking in his favor.
*** I don’t understand. I already drink this shit like it’s my job. It’s delicious. And so is Mr. Cent if you work at Spin.
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