Yesterday’s twilight hours were hilarious. After a long double shift day, Builder and I sat in the living room bitching about how our lives never have a second to calm down. It feels like we are wound so tight in this city, but this is no surprise. Sleep has lost all priority. Maybe tonight I can score some extra ZZZ’s. This was last night’s plan, but we decided hanging out while learning new tie knots was more important. We were like a couple of jackasses. We tried the Windsor. It looked like garbage. We tried the Half-Windsor. It looked like shit. As our impatience grew, I pulled the Pratt knot’s instructions up on the interweb, and the winner was found. While going through the motions, I realized this was my father’s knot of choice. It was taught to me at a young age, but it didn’t stick like the birds and bees discussion. When I ‘matured’ to a tie wearing age, advice came from outlets like Hawkins or Bruce. Last night was the first time finding my dad’s knot, and it felt kind of strange. The little things hidden deep in your memory are a treat to remember. Anyway, I tied one for Builder, and his reaction was, “Yes! Now I look like I know what I’m doing.” We then proceeded to practice, but couldn’t pull off something as tight as his ‘interview’ tie. As I mentioned last night, it was like being able to see for a minute before returning to blindness. We are still jackasses.
After work I hustled home and was greeted by Nutsack, (our new wireless network). It is a beautiful thing. Now all the internet porn can be kept in the bedrooms. By 7pm I was at Webster Hall for the Kings of Leon show. There was a solid work crew assembled last night, and everything went smoothly. Hopefully the people inside had as much fun as we did working the door. A quick set of thanks to Jordan who was kind enough to bring me a copy of Kings of Leon new record Aha Shake Heartbreak and to Cara who brought my shivering ass coffee. Once the band took the stage, Dan came into help with the front while Gigs went to rock out. During their last song, my duties were complete so I cruised upstairs to grab Cara. The two of us, along with Dan, headed the back way to get a closer look at the Followill boys for their encore while joining forces with Mia. The band was quickly coaxed out of the dressing room by a rousing chant of ‘Kings!’ by the crowd. They pleased the kids with Holy Roller Novocain. We bailed before hearing the second song.On my walk home I ran into Audrey and Dennis who just came from the Mercury. Dennis was raving about The End of the World so I wished them well and hustled to check them out. Greg and James were holding it down as I passed the threshold and slid to the back where Beach, DTL and Haley were bouncing around. It managed to slip my mind that Ben played guitar in this band. Liz tried to get me out to their shows on numerous occasions, but my fear of a friend’s unknown band kept me from their gigs. This is a damn shame because I was thoroughly impressed with their sound. It is on the soft rock side of things, but only because the mix isn’t creating waves in your vodka tonic. Ben plays melodies that would put Mr. Albert Hammond to shame, but don’t think this is another Strokes knock off. The rhythm section sounds somewhat buried, but this is on purpose. The snare doesn’t have the sharp call of most, but the drummer gets away with creating danceable soundscapes with his cymbals while the bass player warms things up by cruising around the frets. The lead singer is a diamond in the rough. Looking more philosophy major than purveyor of rock, their front man has an unspoken cool. He is the type of kid who quietly mingles through a party while people line up to hear his latest breakthrough. The voice is a bit tough to peg, but its somewhere between Ted Leo and Hamilton Leithauser. Give them a shot. You’ll like what you hear.
Current Obsession: LCD Soundsystem, Great Release (from self-titled debut).
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