Light This Night On Fire.
I love me a good weekend full of rock. The past few days have forced me to shelf my newly acquired ambivalent attitude toward rock shows. There were small clubs, big festivals and piles of Latinos. Allow me to explain.
Friday's post work shuffle began with a margarita delivery to Gigs, Mr. Met and Josh who was working the box office at the Mercury. After a brief hang, I hustled back home to bask in the foul stench of death that lingered in our apartment for a few days. The funk had me questioning the activities of my housemates, but thankfully it has since dissipated. Noah popped in to hook me up with the new Constanties record and a copy of The Wilderness from the amazing Jagjaguwar Records. Around 8pm I cruised by Little Frankie's where Jill and Heather were starting their evening with a bottle of wine. They settled up and the three of us headed to 14th Street to pick up Rebecca on our way to Sarah and Mike's.
Every once and awhile the dealer makes your day by hooking you up with a full house on the flop. This was my exact feeling as I rolled into Sarah and Mike's apartment. There I was, the lone dude in apartment of seven girls, but unlike the weathered card playing professional, I instantly revealed my tell. Fortunately they were a bunch of solid ladies who didn't mind me being a jackass. It turned out to be a lot of fun even if we were above 14th Street. By 10:15pm I was back in the hood on my way to Rothko for the Insound party. Upon entry, the jam packed club was rocking something fierce with Be Your Own Pet. Though the sound was near deafening and you could barely make out a word from the 17-year-old Jemina Pearl. The band did win me over with their unbeatable stage presence. She gyrated and spazed out while her band of boys pushed their sound to the brink of collapse. Though she wasn't even born yet, I believe a girl like Jemina could be exactly what Iggy had in mind when he wrote "Shake Appeal". I also dug on the bass lines pouring out of the afro powered ax wielded by Nathan Vasquez. He doused their punk sound with a healthy amount of groove.
During change over I started to get really excited to see Chin Up Chin Up. Kari took care of Beach, Daylen and I as we saddled up to the bar. As Stefan and Ben from The End of The World explained their future plans for world domination, we ripped through some Budweiser and the obligatory tequila. I also ran into Cara who might be the second biggest Ponys' fan I know, (after me - of course). We collectively settled into an atmospheric set of glitch laced pop by the first of two Chicago bands. Chin Up Chin Up has been a favorite of mine since I first heard their debut full-length. Live, the songs come off with a lot more energy, but they still retain the understated charm of the recordings. Fans of Broken Social Scene will love this band once they get the chance to fly a bit above the radar. Expect big things from these guys if they can deliver another record with the same craftiness as We Should Have Never Lived Like We Were Skyscrapers.
While waiting for my favorite four-piece to take the stage, we ran into Zach Mexico who was kind enough to pass me an Octagon disc. The Ponys finally took the stage a bit before mid-night and played a kickass, pogo inducing set that featured a heap of songs from Celebration Castle along with a couple of my favorite oldies. I'm not going to waste my time gushing. I think this band is top of the pops. They can play my birthday party anytime. If you like rock and roll, you should love The Ponys. N'uff said.
Following the show we popped into the Mercury for a couple of songs by Robbers on High Street. Feeling uninterested, I bolted and cruised back to Sarah and Mike's where a few folks were holding court on the terrace. Matt G joined us and we rocked a six-pack or so before heading back downtown to pass out and prepare for Siren.
Unfortunately I can't give you all the Siren details because I plan on writing a feature that will most likely be sub par and poorly articulated. Something to look forward to! Just know we got thrown out of the bumper boats. Yesterday Stevo and I took the day to hang out, drink margaritas and watch some BBQ cooking shows. Then I went to work and sweated my ass off while 1200 rabid Latin kids went absolutely ape shit for Cafe Tacuba.
Thank god it's over. Do it again!
Friday's post work shuffle began with a margarita delivery to Gigs, Mr. Met and Josh who was working the box office at the Mercury. After a brief hang, I hustled back home to bask in the foul stench of death that lingered in our apartment for a few days. The funk had me questioning the activities of my housemates, but thankfully it has since dissipated. Noah popped in to hook me up with the new Constanties record and a copy of The Wilderness from the amazing Jagjaguwar Records. Around 8pm I cruised by Little Frankie's where Jill and Heather were starting their evening with a bottle of wine. They settled up and the three of us headed to 14th Street to pick up Rebecca on our way to Sarah and Mike's.
Every once and awhile the dealer makes your day by hooking you up with a full house on the flop. This was my exact feeling as I rolled into Sarah and Mike's apartment. There I was, the lone dude in apartment of seven girls, but unlike the weathered card playing professional, I instantly revealed my tell. Fortunately they were a bunch of solid ladies who didn't mind me being a jackass. It turned out to be a lot of fun even if we were above 14th Street. By 10:15pm I was back in the hood on my way to Rothko for the Insound party. Upon entry, the jam packed club was rocking something fierce with Be Your Own Pet. Though the sound was near deafening and you could barely make out a word from the 17-year-old Jemina Pearl. The band did win me over with their unbeatable stage presence. She gyrated and spazed out while her band of boys pushed their sound to the brink of collapse. Though she wasn't even born yet, I believe a girl like Jemina could be exactly what Iggy had in mind when he wrote "Shake Appeal". I also dug on the bass lines pouring out of the afro powered ax wielded by Nathan Vasquez. He doused their punk sound with a healthy amount of groove.
During change over I started to get really excited to see Chin Up Chin Up. Kari took care of Beach, Daylen and I as we saddled up to the bar. As Stefan and Ben from The End of The World explained their future plans for world domination, we ripped through some Budweiser and the obligatory tequila. I also ran into Cara who might be the second biggest Ponys' fan I know, (after me - of course). We collectively settled into an atmospheric set of glitch laced pop by the first of two Chicago bands. Chin Up Chin Up has been a favorite of mine since I first heard their debut full-length. Live, the songs come off with a lot more energy, but they still retain the understated charm of the recordings. Fans of Broken Social Scene will love this band once they get the chance to fly a bit above the radar. Expect big things from these guys if they can deliver another record with the same craftiness as We Should Have Never Lived Like We Were Skyscrapers.
While waiting for my favorite four-piece to take the stage, we ran into Zach Mexico who was kind enough to pass me an Octagon disc. The Ponys finally took the stage a bit before mid-night and played a kickass, pogo inducing set that featured a heap of songs from Celebration Castle along with a couple of my favorite oldies. I'm not going to waste my time gushing. I think this band is top of the pops. They can play my birthday party anytime. If you like rock and roll, you should love The Ponys. N'uff said.
Following the show we popped into the Mercury for a couple of songs by Robbers on High Street. Feeling uninterested, I bolted and cruised back to Sarah and Mike's where a few folks were holding court on the terrace. Matt G joined us and we rocked a six-pack or so before heading back downtown to pass out and prepare for Siren.
Unfortunately I can't give you all the Siren details because I plan on writing a feature that will most likely be sub par and poorly articulated. Something to look forward to! Just know we got thrown out of the bumper boats. Yesterday Stevo and I took the day to hang out, drink margaritas and watch some BBQ cooking shows. Then I went to work and sweated my ass off while 1200 rabid Latin kids went absolutely ape shit for Cafe Tacuba.
Thank god it's over. Do it again!
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