If you are part of the old gang, you understand the excitement surrounding the return of Jeff Moser. He returned from a self imposed exodus to London only a couple days ago. A couple years ago Jeff packed up his apartment (read: rolled everything up in a rug and threw it on 3rd Street) and moved to Los Angeles for a change of scenery. My little sister and I managed to pay him a visit during our drive down Route 1 a couple summers ago. The sun-kissed bastard was kicking it in an unfamiliar setting. Now that he has those bugs worked out, he’s back with a Bruce Willis vengeance.
Around 7pm I met with Stevo and Moser at Max’s on Avenue B. If you haven’t been to Max’s yet and you love cheap(er) Italian food, you should check this joint out. We caught up over massive bowls of pasta and a pricey but delicious bottle of Merlot. Moser caught me up to speed on his NYC plans and informed us that it only took him a day to find an apartment. Following dinner Stevo suggested some pool at Ace Bar. It’s been awhile since I’ve graced the establishment, but I quickly realized my absence was unfounded. They have two pool tables, two dart boards, a killer jukebox and $3 pints of PBR. It was pretty dead so we managed to score a pool table for the duration of our consumption. Toward the latter half of our stay, Yaps stopped in for a couple drinks before we decided to cut the chord.
Upon my return to 186, Kyle was messing around with the various heaps of found equipment in our house. There is a bunch of salvaged electronics that Kyle and Builder wooed into functioning. Then Kyle took me into his studio and played two amazing tracks he recently recorded. The A side to his first release must be the mega hit titled Kitty and the B side will inevitably be Dancefloor aka I Love Everyone and They Love Me. It would be easy to compare him to the likes of Har Mar or Baby Dayliner, but this kid has something different. He is obsessed with his creations, and rightfully so; they make you feel good inside. Next time you visit the house, ask Kyle to blow your mind, (without the use of acid). He already has a fanbase. Now all he needs is a label.
Before I forget, Happy Birthday to Anna. I'm working tomorrow night so I won't be able to tell you in person. Have a kick ass time and play Arkanoid for me.
Those of you not going (or working) to the Mercury Lounge tonight or tomorrow for Sleater-Kinney should make an effort to get to these solid Tsunami Benefit Shows:
Wednesday, March 2nd @ Crash Mansion:
Thursday, March 3rd @ Rothko:
No fancy pants flyer for this one. Just stop in to check out Elkland, Daddy, Asobi seksu, Stiffed, and Kite Operations. This show is presented by SESAC (doesn’t that sound funny?) and Giant Robot Mag. Update: Ms. Go-To-Heller just sent me this flyer:
*** Don’t forget to do your taxes. I remembered yesterday and my stuff is going in the mail today. We don’t want to end up like Willie Neson, do we?*** If this band wants a war then bring it on. They shouldn’t have blatantly called me out with their album title. That hurts.
*** Both Bloc Party and Chin Up Chin Up made great freshmen records. Now they are both working on the follow-ups to their killer debuts.
*** First it was Bonnaroo, but now the hippies have two festivals this summer? Damn the man. They are poised to take over the world. Then companies like Right Guard and Speed Stick will crumble.
*** The Los Angeles Times is looking for a culkin. Next they’ll jump on the Arnold for President bandwagon.
*** I can’t keep track of the disses, but seriously, what the fuck? Can you imagine if this happened in the rock scene? Last year Albert Hammond would have surely been capped by Jet.
*** Ok, keep talking. This doesn’t have me as excited as the New Order release, but it did make it move, only slightly. Teenage Fanclub gets set for a May release.
*** Pitchfork finally catches up with Good Times Roll. And they start the 2nd wave of hype for Detroit’s Thunderbirds Are Now! Does anyone work at Frenchkiss? Can someone hook up a burn? Speaking of music; (say it like a robot) must get copy of 7inch.
*** I wish she’d stop stalking Hawkins. She’s not worth the jail time.
*** On second thought, I think Bubba should be given to Builder. It would feed him for a couple days. Builder loves to eat history.
*** We love our queen. God save her. I bet she could pick the Spice Girls out of a lineup. Fucking A. I wonder if she’ll let me crash in Buckingham for a few days in June? Oh, and Glen Matlock is a fucking pussy.
*** Ok, so I’m currently digging the new record like it’s my job, but seriously could the Kings of Leon be bigger pussies. This makes me want to beat them with a guitar.
*** And you wonder why I have this band tattooed on my body.
Sorry this post was so agro.
2 Comments:
Jay---No one wonders why you have a Weezer tattoo. Its obvious that the reason you have it is because you're a big fag.
what can i say, dicks are like lay's potato chips. you can't have just one.
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