Can I Get More Of Me In This One?
Christ I need some sleep. My temper is so short this morning that I feel bad for my coworkers. Its probably due to the minimal amount of sleep I've been getting, but when faced to choose between good times and bed times, the latter usually gets the boot - at least when I'm not shithoused. Hopefully I'll power through tonight with the hope of catching some Megapussy at Mercury Lounge instead of bothering people for a spot on the Southpaw list. This reminds me: Congratulations to the Vicious Crew on their second anniversary. If you don't know by now, they are what some might label "The Shit". Keep it coming Audrey and Jasper!
So Monday was a bit hectic because of all the work that had to be done along with my 6pm appointment with Jamie at Daredevil on Ludlow Street. I was a bit weary about the new piece for my right bicep, but the preliminary sketches were sweet so we decided to go forward. Jamie is a really sweet tattoo artist. She did excellent work on my arm, and as always, I highly advise all of you with aspirations for new tattoos to check out this shop. It's been my go-to for 4 out 5 of my tattoos, (the one on my wrist was a bit on a whim so I just popped into Andromeda). She worked straight through for close to three hours, and the pain was fine so we didn't take a single break. I couldn't be happier with the results... so I want to send a big shout out to Jamie - you rock.
Tuesday turned out to be more exciting than I'd expected. The after work hours were spent in a productive Loose Meeting at the office, (read 186). Around 9pm I shot out of the apartment in the direction of the Mercury Lounge. As expected, the line of people waiting to get in wrapped all the way around the block. The show was pretty high profile on top of it being somewhat of a showcase for each band involved. This meant each band had a significant label buy which caused some major problems for friends and eager concert goers. Unfortunately every show can't go exactly as planed and the fact of last night remains that the show was near capacity before it even opened. It's great for the club, good for the bands and sometimes works against the fans. Luckily, a lot of people who waited got in once Sam Champion got on stage.
Oh, let me get to the bands. Since the meeting ran late, I missed the opening set by Nine Black Alps who had me intrigued following their Siren appearance. They were on changeover by the time I squeezed into the back room full of familiar faces. Seriously, you couldn't turn around without running into someone which was nice because the outside would have led you to believe differently. So I ran over to the show room bar, grabbed a drink and settled in for a bit of the old rock n' roll.
It's been a few weeks since Sam Champion and I got back from tour. After last night, I realized the best part about being on tour (read: SC show out of NYC) is that you can really concentrate on the songs. I've nearly memorized all the intricacies of their set ready tracks; the killer fills, bass climbing, double timing, reggae splashes and vocal tendencies are more recognizable than ever. Coming that close to a band is a special thing, especially when you care about the people making the music. When you return home to a room full of friends, the emphasis steps away from the music and back to the experience. I'm certainly a fan of this, but last night I just wanted to lock back into the mode I'd grown accustomed to. Unfortunately this chance didn't really present itself. There were a few songs that caught my attention ("Mexican Rags", "All Of Our Tommorrows" and "Too Broke") but for the larger part of the set my time was spent chatting up friends. Outside of a bit of sound trouble and the aforementioned attention span problems, Sam Champion sounded great last night. You'll definitely want to arrive early at the Bowery on August 6th when they open for The Hold Steady and Love As Laughter.
For some reason the lineup got switched in my own head. I thought The Cribs were playing while Hard-Fi was on stage. The room was packed so I opted to hang out front with Gigs, Merida, Tanya and Pauline. Who gives a shit about rock music when you can be surrounded by beautiful women? We shot the shit until there was a song or two left in the set. We cruised into the back room, but to be honest I don't remember what they sound like. Thanks to Cara for hooking me up with the helpful reminder, (I pulled a cd out of my pocket at the end of the evening).
Hard Fi took forever to get their gear off stage. I'm certain it had something to do with the major label folks meeting them in the back and on their massive tour bus, (I have to say, who are these guys? I only know them because my days are spent reading blogs like Brooklyn Vegan, Central Village and the like). After what seemed to be forever, The Cribs took the stage. Our crew had dwindled to a few spectators like Josh, Dave (I remembered!), Daylen, Beacheros, Kirsten, Kelley and Gigs.
Y'all shouldn't have left because the The Cribs were actually quite solid. They were a bit too loud, but the music lent itself to the volume level. Pretty straight forward Libertines style rock, (I'm so fucking obvious). They powered through a heap of new songs along with my two favorite tracks: "You Were Always The One" and "The Lights Went Out" which apparently are from their old album. They seemed surprised that the kids knew these tracks, but I seemed surprised because I thought that was their only record. They had unmatched stage presence. The drummer was standing on his thrown pounding away at the drums while the boys up front did their best to bounce along with their up tempo rock. The guitarist / vocalist had blood all over his face from what I thought was the microphone banging against his face. Later I found out the chap does it every night by biting the inside of his cheek until its ready to spew. Doesn't sound too healthy to me, but it looked pretty punk rock. Come out early to the Kaiser Chiefs show to get a taste of what I'm talking about. And by all means, wear some loose clothing - that club is H. O. T. - hot.
Sidenote: WOXY is currently playing "Damn Damn Lease" by Be Your Own Pet and the vision of that vixen bouncing around is forcing me to need some alone time. Yeah! I'm a dirty old pervert. Now they are playing The Ponys. God bless you Mike.
Toward the end of The Cribs set I ducked out and ran over to Max Fish to have some drinks with previously mentioned beautiful girls. There's nothing quite like sitting a table with a group of ladies who are completely out of your league while numerous hipsters file past wondering how long I can keep them convinced that I'm a homosexual. Ok, that was over dramatic, but you get my drift. After a couple Buds, the night was called and I wondered back to the apartment to update the site.
Ok, so tonight's schedule in NYC is a bit crazy. There are a pile of big shows on the chopping block including the Vicious Party at Southpaw and Megapussy (read: Scissor Sisters) at the Mercury. Those shows are both soldout, but if you are itching to do something there is always Keren Ann @ Bowery, Innaway @ Pianos and Hard Fi @ Rothko. I'm thinking about just getting drunk at the Vice party and catching some sleep.
If you don't keep up in the blogsphere you may not know about this free party featuring a set by The Juan Maclean (with a full band). It should be a hipster fuckfest so dig out your tightest jeans, darkest sunglasses and whitest belt. If you're lucky you'll be reminded by Last Nights Party that you showed you were making out with some fat sweaty dude named Jay. RSVP just in case!
FIXED w/ The Juan Maclean (DFA/ Astralwerks)
LIVE @ midnight!! Plus residents JDH & Dave P
@ Studios at Tribeca Grand- 2 Ave of the Americas
10pm, FREE w/ rsvp to: weare138nyc@yahoo.com
*Free PBR from 10-11pm, Drink specials all night!
We're super excited to have The Juan Maclean playing live at this edition of FIXED. Juan Maclean has released numerous kick ass singles including "Give Me Every Little Thing", "By The Time I Get To Venus", and "My Time Is Running Out" on DFA. His full length debut album Less Than Human will be out on Astralwerks in August.
So Monday was a bit hectic because of all the work that had to be done along with my 6pm appointment with Jamie at Daredevil on Ludlow Street. I was a bit weary about the new piece for my right bicep, but the preliminary sketches were sweet so we decided to go forward. Jamie is a really sweet tattoo artist. She did excellent work on my arm, and as always, I highly advise all of you with aspirations for new tattoos to check out this shop. It's been my go-to for 4 out 5 of my tattoos, (the one on my wrist was a bit on a whim so I just popped into Andromeda). She worked straight through for close to three hours, and the pain was fine so we didn't take a single break. I couldn't be happier with the results... so I want to send a big shout out to Jamie - you rock.
Tuesday turned out to be more exciting than I'd expected. The after work hours were spent in a productive Loose Meeting at the office, (read 186). Around 9pm I shot out of the apartment in the direction of the Mercury Lounge. As expected, the line of people waiting to get in wrapped all the way around the block. The show was pretty high profile on top of it being somewhat of a showcase for each band involved. This meant each band had a significant label buy which caused some major problems for friends and eager concert goers. Unfortunately every show can't go exactly as planed and the fact of last night remains that the show was near capacity before it even opened. It's great for the club, good for the bands and sometimes works against the fans. Luckily, a lot of people who waited got in once Sam Champion got on stage.
Oh, let me get to the bands. Since the meeting ran late, I missed the opening set by Nine Black Alps who had me intrigued following their Siren appearance. They were on changeover by the time I squeezed into the back room full of familiar faces. Seriously, you couldn't turn around without running into someone which was nice because the outside would have led you to believe differently. So I ran over to the show room bar, grabbed a drink and settled in for a bit of the old rock n' roll.
It's been a few weeks since Sam Champion and I got back from tour. After last night, I realized the best part about being on tour (read: SC show out of NYC) is that you can really concentrate on the songs. I've nearly memorized all the intricacies of their set ready tracks; the killer fills, bass climbing, double timing, reggae splashes and vocal tendencies are more recognizable than ever. Coming that close to a band is a special thing, especially when you care about the people making the music. When you return home to a room full of friends, the emphasis steps away from the music and back to the experience. I'm certainly a fan of this, but last night I just wanted to lock back into the mode I'd grown accustomed to. Unfortunately this chance didn't really present itself. There were a few songs that caught my attention ("Mexican Rags", "All Of Our Tommorrows" and "Too Broke") but for the larger part of the set my time was spent chatting up friends. Outside of a bit of sound trouble and the aforementioned attention span problems, Sam Champion sounded great last night. You'll definitely want to arrive early at the Bowery on August 6th when they open for The Hold Steady and Love As Laughter.
For some reason the lineup got switched in my own head. I thought The Cribs were playing while Hard-Fi was on stage. The room was packed so I opted to hang out front with Gigs, Merida, Tanya and Pauline. Who gives a shit about rock music when you can be surrounded by beautiful women? We shot the shit until there was a song or two left in the set. We cruised into the back room, but to be honest I don't remember what they sound like. Thanks to Cara for hooking me up with the helpful reminder, (I pulled a cd out of my pocket at the end of the evening).
Hard Fi took forever to get their gear off stage. I'm certain it had something to do with the major label folks meeting them in the back and on their massive tour bus, (I have to say, who are these guys? I only know them because my days are spent reading blogs like Brooklyn Vegan, Central Village and the like). After what seemed to be forever, The Cribs took the stage. Our crew had dwindled to a few spectators like Josh, Dave (I remembered!), Daylen, Beacheros, Kirsten, Kelley and Gigs.
Y'all shouldn't have left because the The Cribs were actually quite solid. They were a bit too loud, but the music lent itself to the volume level. Pretty straight forward Libertines style rock, (I'm so fucking obvious). They powered through a heap of new songs along with my two favorite tracks: "You Were Always The One" and "The Lights Went Out" which apparently are from their old album. They seemed surprised that the kids knew these tracks, but I seemed surprised because I thought that was their only record. They had unmatched stage presence. The drummer was standing on his thrown pounding away at the drums while the boys up front did their best to bounce along with their up tempo rock. The guitarist / vocalist had blood all over his face from what I thought was the microphone banging against his face. Later I found out the chap does it every night by biting the inside of his cheek until its ready to spew. Doesn't sound too healthy to me, but it looked pretty punk rock. Come out early to the Kaiser Chiefs show to get a taste of what I'm talking about. And by all means, wear some loose clothing - that club is H. O. T. - hot. Sidenote: WOXY is currently playing "Damn Damn Lease" by Be Your Own Pet and the vision of that vixen bouncing around is forcing me to need some alone time. Yeah! I'm a dirty old pervert. Now they are playing The Ponys. God bless you Mike.
Toward the end of The Cribs set I ducked out and ran over to Max Fish to have some drinks with previously mentioned beautiful girls. There's nothing quite like sitting a table with a group of ladies who are completely out of your league while numerous hipsters file past wondering how long I can keep them convinced that I'm a homosexual. Ok, that was over dramatic, but you get my drift. After a couple Buds, the night was called and I wondered back to the apartment to update the site.
Ok, so tonight's schedule in NYC is a bit crazy. There are a pile of big shows on the chopping block including the Vicious Party at Southpaw and Megapussy (read: Scissor Sisters) at the Mercury. Those shows are both soldout, but if you are itching to do something there is always Keren Ann @ Bowery, Innaway @ Pianos and Hard Fi @ Rothko. I'm thinking about just getting drunk at the Vice party and catching some sleep.
If you don't keep up in the blogsphere you may not know about this free party featuring a set by The Juan Maclean (with a full band). It should be a hipster fuckfest so dig out your tightest jeans, darkest sunglasses and whitest belt. If you're lucky you'll be reminded by Last Nights Party that you showed you were making out with some fat sweaty dude named Jay. RSVP just in case!
FIXED w/ The Juan Maclean (DFA/ Astralwerks)
LIVE @ midnight!! Plus residents JDH & Dave P
@ Studios at Tribeca Grand- 2 Ave of the Americas
10pm, FREE w/ rsvp to: weare138nyc@yahoo.com
*Free PBR from 10-11pm, Drink specials all night!
We're super excited to have The Juan Maclean playing live at this edition of FIXED. Juan Maclean has released numerous kick ass singles including "Give Me Every Little Thing", "By The Time I Get To Venus", and "My Time Is Running Out" on DFA. His full length debut album Less Than Human will be out on Astralwerks in August.
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