The heat is making me delirious, but the minimal hours of sleep over the past few days are nearly making me crazy. Who knew huge black leather couches would be a death trap in the dead of summer? Yes, I've been glued to the couch since my return from work, but the last few days had me running around Brooklyn like a dude who doesn't have a hurt on for Brooklyn.

It started on Thursday when a Kyle, Dana, Anna and I cruised out to Fontinas (is that the name) for some fancy-pants pizza with Dee, Lauren, Sonya, Christie, Danny and Gabe before stepping over to Supreme Trading for the Siren Preparty brought to us by Insound. We arrived a moments after the Professor Murder set (dammit!), and upon my entry to the backroom, I was greated by a Sparks addled Yaps who took a sweet tumble hello without getting pissed - good form. We settled into the back room for a Big Sleep set that featured a bit to much light. Yes, I said it, their mood is only enhanced by the pitch black room and front lit band. It was kind of weird. It would be like seeing them at a day show, and even though they are some very handsome kids - it felt strange. Thankfully Kyle filled the void by obnoxiously smacking beach balls around the packed room throughout the course of their set. The Big Sleep kept their promise to always deliver, (so what if it was an implicit agreement). They blasted out an assaulting set of huge beats and blistering riffs. Even though the mix was at a mind blowing level, it came off as an absolute ear pleaser. I don't know why the heavy side of things has such an easy appeal these days, but the impending doom and nervous anxiety that imposes itself on their sound steals the show and puts The Big Sleep at the head of their class. We hung around for a bit after the show, but it got a bit blurry. In fact - I credit Anna for the lack of productivity during Friday's office session.

The rest of my weekend was a big mess - but one of those beautiful messes you can really appreciate. It involved the following things, (inaccurate chronological order):

** Farewell carbombs with Tumbleweed in front of Mama Belin.
** Dinner at Clinton Street with Beach, lil Belin, Mama Belin and a guest spot by Dana.
** Mercury Lounge set by Richmond's Cheap Seats who despite the unfortunate Alabama name check showed flashes of pop potential.
** My first trip to Warsaw for the Mission of Burma show with Anna and Julia. The sound was awful, but the venue kicked some serious ass. You can't beat that smell.
** My first attempt to be cool at Royal Oak. It didn't go over well, but the room is sweet and I got to chat up Ben and Stefan.
** Bar scuffle with a bunch of white kids at Sin-e Bar. Glasses got broken, Kyle got called a N-word and my glasses came off for a hot minute.
** Oveis puked on Stanton and Essex.
** Breakfast margaritas from The Hat.
** Siren beer tent arrival of 1:25pm.
** Man Man bugs out in the best way imaginable.
** A pile of beer and 642 Red Bull vodkas.
** Buying bling from Joe in between songs during the Dirty on Purpose set.
** Builder and Belin invent a new hi-five.
** Another Stills set that complete gives me the inability to dislike anything they do - yes, this includes the new record.
** So many pot brownies and yet I forgot to eat anything. I didn't even get a brownie.
** 432 more Red Bull vodkas.
** A bloody Cribs set that reminded me of the all the good times.
** Yeti style fist pumping for Eddie and the rest of Art Brut.
** Some super drunk dude fell over in the VIP section and busted the bridge of his nose completely wide open. There was blood everywhere. Paul and I thought it was hilarious.
** A long ride home.
** A million degrees and an empty pool.
** Psychic Ills, Mobius Band and The Slip kick things off while the rest of us sweat.
** Bacardi Limon + Red Bull = Not Delicious.
** Cara's Margaritas = Delicious.
** Jack and I invent the dodgeball. Ask me to do it Friday night if the music is right.
** Bikini girls.
** A typical Belin only a few songs into the Dead Meadow set.
** Zero hours of sleep.