Vulgarity for no valid reason is an easy way to get me through the day. A quick question: Does anyone have acid reflux? The back of my throat has been burning worse than herpes for the past couple days, and yet I choose to ignore it. Yes, I am a dumber than Boner from Growing Pains. All these stupid ailments plague me and yet I continue to avoid using my health coverage. Maybe inhaling 10 drinks and a pulled pork sandwich wasn’t the best idea, but I’ve had worse. Like the time I was Rambo for Halloween.Finding fault in your life is a difficult task when you are so kick ass. Yeah, I’m boasting, but only because my night was an all around good time. For the past couple evenings my life has been like Richard Grieco circa 1989 minus all the cocaine. Last night began when Flight of the Navigator and I met up and headed to Sin-e. You wouldn’t know it from walking with him, but he does work in the Lower East Side. Between Norfolk and Attorney, he took the corner at ever street looking for the rock club, (this continued after I told him Sin-e is on Attorney). This behavior could only mean one thing; we were in for a mini-shitshow.
Before a PBR could find my hand, we were greeted by the Hawk who was trying to get his kicks in before heading south to legally score some pain killers. A thank you goes out to Jeff for passing me the PS recordings a few moments before they were called to the stage. As the five-piece took the stage, I didn’t know what was in store for my ears because I’d heard they took the music in a different direction since the recording of the small mini-disc Patrick passed me ages ago. With the luxury of no expectations, I was sucked in by the lush sounds PS had to offer. From the start, Patrick’s voice jumps out at you. Some folks I spoke to thought it could use a tweak or two, but for me, it was right on. It’s a unique pitch with splashes of an Irish accent hidden at the end of his versus. The warm sound coming from the cellist added a great layer to the duel guitars. The guitar parts were so interesting. There were bridges were the guys would play the same melodies on different ends of the neck. It had a minute effect on the songs, but it did get me excited.Dave cruised in during the set and we began to talk SXSW. This is a quick open call to anyone who’d like me to cover the festival for their magazine, web site or just personally. Buy me a plane ticket and I’ll hook you up like Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries. Anyway, a few songs into the show, Clint had an unfortunate bass string break, but they fought right through it and jumped into a tune that had Jeff playing some electronic beats from behind the kit. PS is difficult to nail down so I can’t throw around the typical name drops. All I can say is their music is carefully composed in a manner that never has anyone overplaying. Each member perfectly compliments their broadly cast, atmospheric rock sound.
Hawkins, Beach and I quickly bolted from Sin-e in search of a quick bite before heading to the second show. We decided Juanita’s would suit our needs. We scored a decent booth towards the back and threw back their unique Mexican mashup cuisine. My only problem was the damn waitress. She was celebrating surly season which plain pisses me off. I’m giving her the benefit of the bad day doubt, but seriously if I would have known the waitress was going to treat me like we were at Schillers then I wouldn’t have bothered. Anyway, their pulled pork sandwiches are better than finding money in a pair of neglected jeans, and the price (besides the margaritas) is hipster friendly.
The third stop on our tour was Rothko which has a super chill door guy named Mike who I later learned plays guitar in The Izzys. As we walked into the club, Dennis was making some rounds. It’s nearly impossible to not support this guy if you are acquainted. He rarely rocks anything but great spirits and is one person I’m always happy to see. Dennis is like Gem; he’s truly outrageous. Anyway, I did a quick catch up session with Abe before Laura Burhenn took the stage. Her set drove me to taking tequila shots. I’m sorry, but I’m not ready to admit that Fiona rip offs are my thing. It will never happy. You’d sooner find me dead in a bathtub of piss and whiskey, (which almost happened once). She even began one of her songs with some sort of Fuck Bush statement that couldn’t even save the grace. Some people like her style of songwriting. I assure you, Jay is not one of them.As we pounded into Tequila Tuesday, Beach brought it to my attention that this would be the first time seeing Saints + Lovers without being completely shitcanned. With this looming over my conscious, I quickly took another shot that nearly destroyed me. I don’t know what it was, but it grabbed at my throat, twisted, kicked and burned. It was like my last girlfriend, (what girlfriend?). While I gathered my wits, we settled into a great set by the local three-piece. Once again I’m at a loss for comparison. Everyone claims they sound like Jeff Buckley, but since my life has been without him up to this point, I couldn’t confirm such a statement. What I can say is Dennis’ songs have come a long way since his days in The Realistics. The interplay of the guitars build and build until the gap is breached by a drum fill and Dennis’ bittersweet voice jumps into a chorus. The guitars have distinctly different sounds characterized by juxtaposing tones. His falsetto doesn’t get showcased with this new band because they aren’t the party band of the past. This music is seriously morose, but they couple this with an overall inventive feel that creates a sort of cathartic experience for the listeners. Keep an ear to these guys. As they tighten the screws, Saints + Lovers could make a big splash in an even bigger pool. Thanks to Audrey for hooking up the great night.
After the set we sat around chatting for a bit, and I was psyched Nora let me in on her new L.E.S. dining secret. Sarah also teased me with the fact that she got to hear three of the new Weezer tracks at work yesterday. Why can’t labels bring records into the Law School for advanced listening? A bit after 11pm Beach and I hit the streets with the intention of stopping by 2A for a drink. Plans changed when Clint yelled out to us from across Rivington. PS was hanging out at 151 so we decided to further our inebriation at the solid establishment. A tequila shot or two later, and we were back on the street. We closed out the night sipping beers and pounding a shot at 2A while playing catch up with some of the familiar faces. My night ended with some roasted red pepper and goat cheese potato chips which could be considered the new cream dream. It was an all around stellar Tuesday evening warm-up for the guaranteed fuckfest that will when The Shout Out Louds play 10 back-to-back sets at the Bowery next week. A kid can dream can’t he?
*** Matt G-Funk just called to let me know there is a new Chipotle opening at 8th and Green Streets. Thank God; walking over to Saint Marks was such a pain in the ass. Bring on the free burritos.*** Apartment Hunters: Check out Daylen's bitching East Village apartment. She has two rooms for rent and can be reached here via email (daylen@cloud9.net) for more information.
*** Trail of Dead hit the road to properly support their new record Worlds Apart. Get your Irving Plaza tickets while you still can. Junkmedia has a decent interview with the Texas boys.
*** If New Order thought they were burnt out, wait till the Brits get done with their Coachella set. And by the way, what the fuck is up with NME and all these bullshit ads?
*** Any chance I could get Jeremy Pivan to trade lives with me? If not, I’ll settle for Owen Wilson.
*** The good people at Cornerstone are really pushing things these days. Now they have the new Fisherspooner video for us to enjoy. I never got into this jazz when it first hit, but from the sounds of this new single, it could be danceable.
*** Speaking of videos, The Stills have a new one out for Love and Death that features the lovely Emily from Metric and Broken Social Scene. I hope they put out a killer sophomore record. This video is great.
*** I don’t see this happening, but a new version of whoring is now available on Ebay.
*** Captain Tater Tot, I have a new number for your late night phone messages. Call this dickbrain. Question social barriers? You can start with my taint.
*** And finally, I’m not going to say it. No, you say it. Ok, Ok, I’ll say it. Madonna sucks. This only serves as further proof. How many bandwagons can one aging pop icon hop on?
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