So last became an unexpected whirlwind tour of the neighborhood. It began at Webster Hall where Christine and I held it down for Mogwai. Now I've never been a huge fan of those Scots, but I had my respect. What I know of them is loud and atmospheric. Last night they surprised me by not blowing my eardrums out, but they did manage to blow my mind with an incredibly trippy light show. As I stood in the balcony with Danny, Gigs and Kelley, it dawned on me that this band will always be one that I missed. It's not something I'm going to jump into at this point, but I can say they put on a fantastic show. Head down to Webster tonight for round two of their stand. I took tonight off because of more pressing issues which I'll get to later.

After the show, Kelley, Susan, Shadow and I went to snag a cab. As I climbed in the front the cabbie got a bit pissed off with me because I told him we only had four folks in the whip, but apparently Danny snuck in. At this point the dudes bounced, got in another cab and we all reconvened at the Bowery. Noah and Merrida were hugging the bar as we came in, but my goal was to see some White Rose Movement. After saying a long overdue helo to Ms. Nora, I ran upstairs only to realize they were in the middle of their last chorus. I didn't even get a good look at the band. Cara and I kept Bango company for a bit before retiring downstairs to get a hang on. The basement was littered with folks I haven't seen in ages, (I need to get out more) like Ashley, Emily, Melissa and Christen - wait, I seen Queen Goon all the time. Folks broke off to their respective dance parties and I returned home mildly buzzed and kind of bored.

Around 2am I got a call from Anna who was headed to 2A with her friends from Portland. I contemplated a rally, but tried to drift off when all of a sudden Ghostface rang again, ("Be Easy" is my ringtone). It was Hawkins and his sister. Rarely do I want to miss an opportunity to hang with this man so I jumped out the door and met everyone upstairs at 2A. After a few drinks there and a shot courtesy of George, we dipped over to Ace Bar to finish our night playing pool with my man Capt' Jack. It was an all around solid hang, but I'm paying dearly for it now.

The whole point of this post - before it ran away from me - was to remind y'all to get to the Mercury Lounge for Hockey Night. They rhyme and they rip. They rip and they rhyme. They spit mad fire. Just do it. I'm still drunk, but the plan right now is to get the neighborhood hang on preshow. Give me a call if you are around and down. You don't want to miss your chance to get into a hippy Dance Trance.