We Waited 15 Years For It...
Ok, so the title of this post has special meaning today. First and foremost it is a lyric from "Fangs and Fog" the fifth track off of End of the World's debut You're Making It Come Alive that Ben was so kind enough to pass along last night while I was worked the Flogging Molly show.
Sidebar :: Do you know Flogging Molly? They are a riot inducing punk band who whipped the kids into a frenzy last night. That was all well in good, but damn, talk about a group of unsharpened tools. The fans were not the brightest bulbs and it mad my night a bit difficult. Thankfully the band and all those dealing with them were solid.
The second reason there is meaning to Stefan's lyric is that today my hard work finally came to head with the exclusive release of Black Sheep's 8WM/NOVAKANE on iTunes a week prior to the rest of the digital stores landing it. Go take a look at the hip hop page, download a track or two and make me a goddamn success. Ok, maybe not, but I'm psyched about it.
:: More Importantly ::
On Sunday I managed to muster the strength to get my fat ass off the couch and down to the Bowery Ballroom. I picked up Rory on the way who regaled me with the accomplishments of his fruitful day, (even if it was only walking around reading the paper - it was more than I managed to do). We arrived with five minutes to spare so we said hello to the troops. Merida informed me that my behavior at 2A on Saturday wasn't nearly as bad as expected while Rachel and I talked about being emo in bathroom lines. It was great until Susan (my fiancé for those of you not in the know) gave me a super sized V&T. A wave of trepidation shuddered through to my core, but I gladly accepted looking for the balance I so valiantly sought all afternoon.
Fortunately for my mental health, the balance didn't come in beverage form, but rather another outstanding set by Sam Champion. It felt like ages since I'd seen the band - in both performance and brodown proportions. The set got off to a mildly rocky start with some heavy popping during "We Will Awaken" that I later found out was creeping from Noah's guitar. By the time their second jam started all the screws were tighter than my brunch beverages and they were on their way to 40 minutes of bliss.
It was by a stroke of luck that Sam Champion landed an opening slot on four days notice that would have them playing to what looked like a cool 350 people. The accepting crowd was treated to a set of new jams the boys have perfected over the course of the last six months like "Heavenly Bender" and the Bones ditty that sounded like he changed the lyrics. Sean, did your girlfriend give up the drums? They closed the set with the oh-so-cherry "A Minor", (is that title correct)? Anyway, I'm not a fountain of information today, but I can tell you this - Sam Champion hasn't lost a step. You folks with labels or you kids with influence latch on now because the first wave is about to crest.
Sidebar :: Do you know Flogging Molly? They are a riot inducing punk band who whipped the kids into a frenzy last night. That was all well in good, but damn, talk about a group of unsharpened tools. The fans were not the brightest bulbs and it mad my night a bit difficult. Thankfully the band and all those dealing with them were solid.
The second reason there is meaning to Stefan's lyric is that today my hard work finally came to head with the exclusive release of Black Sheep's 8WM/NOVAKANE on iTunes a week prior to the rest of the digital stores landing it. Go take a look at the hip hop page, download a track or two and make me a goddamn success. Ok, maybe not, but I'm psyched about it.
:: More Importantly ::
On Sunday I managed to muster the strength to get my fat ass off the couch and down to the Bowery Ballroom. I picked up Rory on the way who regaled me with the accomplishments of his fruitful day, (even if it was only walking around reading the paper - it was more than I managed to do). We arrived with five minutes to spare so we said hello to the troops. Merida informed me that my behavior at 2A on Saturday wasn't nearly as bad as expected while Rachel and I talked about being emo in bathroom lines. It was great until Susan (my fiancé for those of you not in the know) gave me a super sized V&T. A wave of trepidation shuddered through to my core, but I gladly accepted looking for the balance I so valiantly sought all afternoon.Fortunately for my mental health, the balance didn't come in beverage form, but rather another outstanding set by Sam Champion. It felt like ages since I'd seen the band - in both performance and brodown proportions. The set got off to a mildly rocky start with some heavy popping during "We Will Awaken" that I later found out was creeping from Noah's guitar. By the time their second jam started all the screws were tighter than my brunch beverages and they were on their way to 40 minutes of bliss.
It was by a stroke of luck that Sam Champion landed an opening slot on four days notice that would have them playing to what looked like a cool 350 people. The accepting crowd was treated to a set of new jams the boys have perfected over the course of the last six months like "Heavenly Bender" and the Bones ditty that sounded like he changed the lyrics. Sean, did your girlfriend give up the drums? They closed the set with the oh-so-cherry "A Minor", (is that title correct)? Anyway, I'm not a fountain of information today, but I can tell you this - Sam Champion hasn't lost a step. You folks with labels or you kids with influence latch on now because the first wave is about to crest.
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