So right now I'm sitting in my office, and I can hear the Save CBGB's event in Washington Square Park. It would be great if I knew the lineup because I've got more work later tonight, but its probably better off. I should spend my between shift hours doing more work. Work Work Work. Hopefully I'll sneak onto the Bouncing Souls boat cruise. If you don't have work this evening and you live in Los Angeles, here is an event for you. The Blood Arm and Innaway rock some house, and its all ages so you can go score yourself a young one who needs a ride home.


Also, I was able to sneak into the King of France at Mercury Lounge for the last few songs of their set including "The Beast". They've added some fancy bass thingy that Matt plays in addition to the keys. They sounded better at Southpaw, but the new edition is certainly welcome. Then Alec CYHSY and the Pelican Brief (did you know Beach wrote this book) played a set of alt-country jams, (began sounding like Dylan meets Neil - ended sounding like Alec CYHSY meets Willie Nelson). I can't do it much justice so check out what Brooklyn Vegan and Yeti Don't Boogie had to say.

Awhile back a friend of mine asked me for my shoe size. She didn't really know what the project entailed, but she said I could probably score a free pair of sneakers out of it. Now, I'm always reluctant to purchase a pair of kicks that aren't Converse Chuck Taylors, but free is free so I gave up my stats. Until yesterday I'd nearly forgotten about the strange request when I received an email about a contact who was ready and willing to run a pair of kicks down to my office. To my surprise the shoes (pictured here) are pretty kick ass. I'm a big fan of skate shoes, but its been ages since my last purchase, (and my last time on a deck). The brand in question is Sneaux Shoes which is a new company backed by the infamous Stevo, (see the crazy bastards spots here). Being the typical skeptic, I threw the Sneaux on before a shift at the Bowery, and though they need some breaking in, they were super comfortable. There is some extra padding by the balls of your feet, and if they claim to be as tough as Stevo makes them out to be, then this company should do well in the skate industry.

Fucking hell. The fog is slowly lifting from the weekend and good news is rolling in for the Loose kids who like bad news. We'll fill you in with our upcoming party details, but for now, take a look at this information snatched up from the always informative bulletin board on Myspace. Speaking of, if you aren't already our friend, do us a favor and join the party. We can be found here: Loose Record.

First is a party from the Folks at Kanine Records:

Tonight Kanine Records Presents:

The Official Screening Party For Mommy and Daddy "Franconia Road" and Mixel Pixel "At The Arcade" debut Videos with a live performance by Mommy and Daddy at 8:00pm along with Dj Paulie(Addvice/Crashin' In) all night long.

Director: Jordo Merz
Video Production: Matt
Photography by: Justin

At: The Cake Shop (152 Ludlow St., NYC)
Tuesday Aug. 30, 2005
7:00pm-10:00pm

FREE PIZZA from Little Frankies, FREE Vitamin Water, and Two for One Beers

For guest list please RSVP to: info@kaninerecords.com

Mommy and Daddy "Duel At Dawn" U.S. debut album out Sept 27, 2005 on Kanine Records and Mixel Pixel "Contact Kid" out now on Kanine Records.

Another party in tonight's mix is The Ad Lib at Rare (info from David):

TONIGHT, TUESDAY the 30th, THE AD LIB Live party returns, this time to the RARE nightclub (formerly The Cooler) on 14th street between 9th and 10th avenues. Doors at 9pm, ($7 cover). Lineup includes:

FRESHKILLS
STYLOFONE
CHEESEBURGER

and...

a VERY special guest headliner-some BUDDIES of ours from KEMADO records.

And finally, Shindig is returning to a new space with a rad lineup:

SHINDIG IS BACK
598 Broadway @ Houston St. 6th Floor.
Wednesday September 7th 2005.

Presented by The Sexy Magazines
Vacancy Records
Josh Barash
and Michael Fujikawa.

OPEN BAR ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!!

THIS IS NUMBER 5!! As many of you know the last Shindig, in March, was shut down by the fire department. After a long hard search for a new place to set up shop we've finally found the right spot. The new place is much larger and should provide for a far better time. The cost remains the same, a modest $10, and it'll still be open bar all night long and you'll still get the great bands and artists. In addition you'll experience great catering from Vinny Vincenz Pizza (1st ave. btw 13th and 14th st in Manhattan) and a host of other great surprises.

Live Music from: The Sexy Magazines, The Natural History, Five O'Clock Heroes & La Laque.
Artwork from: Josh Barash, Felix Olivieri, Ryan Myers, Kim Ibricevic, J.P. Samedi.
DJ: Michael Fujikawa
Photographs to be taken by: TheCobraSnake.com and LastNightsParty.com

Party Party Party.

So I'm a little hurt, but its my own damn fault. Builder and I had coinciding returns to 186 last night. He was dying for a drink so we walked over to 2A where Greg was slinging drinks. The single drink quickly became two. Then Liz and Nick joined us for a couple beverages. Greg was cool with me fucking about on his iPod while I got to know Casey and her friend Janet. Eventually Dr. Rocktagon showed up and it was all over. We were at the bar for a good 4 hours before realizing Monday had snuck up on us. Now I'm in the office, nursing what is left of my Sunday evening hangover while trying to piece together something coherent in regards to a weekend recap.

Friday was a massive blur that began with Jin stopping by to watch the shit show that is Kyle when he has a phone in his hand and MNN on the television. The motherfucker kept calling this program to fuck with Tana and her guest. Shit was piss your pants (twice) kind of funny. Around 9pm Noah, Merrida and stepped over to Angelina for a quick bite to eat and some flirting with my (I wish I was gay) waiter friend. It was great to run into Alistair and Elise who dined a few tables away. Then we moved over to 2A to have a happy birthday drink with Kelley (I hope she is getting through the hurricane with little problem). We rolled deep to the upstairs bar where we bevvied for an hour before Greg, Christie, Matty and I cruised by the Mercury. Oxford Collapse was already a few songs into their set, but we were lucky enough to catch most of it - including a couple of my favorite tracks off the new record. There were some slight technical difficulties on their last song, but I still think they delivered a solid show. They are currently one of my favorite local bands and you should check them out in September during CMJ (Pianos) or when they open for Thunderbirds Are Now! (Mercury).

By the time Wilderness finally took the stage, it was getting late and thoughts of missing Les Savy Fav for the millionth time got me nervous. Wilderness sounded a lot like the recorded material which is probably where they should stop. You hear me guys? No more gigging. You write fucking awesome songs, but your live act doesn't work. It just scared me. The theatrics of the lead singer reminded me of a poor soul begging to be Culkined. By the time they hit their fifth song we couldn't take it anymore so Christie, White Lightening and I shot over to Bowery. Admittedly I remember very little of the Les Savy Fav show. It could have been the tequila or even my need for sleep, but I couldn't hack the show. Jin, DTL, Cara and a few others rocked in impressive fashion, but I couldn't hang so a Belin was pulled.

The next morning I woke up to find Noah on my couch. Tumbleweed joined us as we made our way to Grand Central. We met Beach, Lucy and Daylen by the platform before finding a spot on the train to Mount Kisko. Adam and Jenny's wedding was planned for 5pm, so we had a bit of time to kill. After a stop at the Beach house, we went over to Macchia's to hang out, set up and eventually rock out. Instead of giving the entire rundown, I'm going to post a few pictures with brief stories since my time is very limited. Thanks to Windskill (aka Jon) for passing these pictures along.

This is the bachelor in question. Congratulations to Adam and Jenny. You guys pulled off a great wedding. I'm psyched you asked me to come dj for your family and friends. This picture shows Adam stripping off his pants. He was giving an intro to the couple's wedding song, when out of nowhere, Lucy and Virginia Coalition Culkined him. He spilled beer everywhere so the dropped his pants and did the wedding waltz in his birthday suit.

This is how Oveis showed up. The kid is balls to the wall. I mean who owns a seersucker suit, green suspenders and a rainbow bowtie - well, besides Hawkins?

Noah was clad in this jacket slash bottle of wine combo all night long, (all night). He busted his ass at bartending and then tore the dance floor a new asshole. If it wasn't for Jens amazing moves (new brother-in-law) then Noah would have taken home the gold medal.

This is Tumbleweed and Lucy AKA the drunkest kids at the wedding. They were a fucking all-star team. Lucy spent most of the night jumping around like a monkey or crawling around trying to Culkin. Tumble gets a medal simply for being the one person to puke at the wedding. All around top notch effort.

This is Noah eating my butt. Yes, we were that drunk. Windskill wanted me to pose for a picture so I jumped on a cooler and grabbed my ankles. I had no idea Noah was all nose deep. Genius. This came about 15 minutes after I played "Beat It" the second in about five songs without even noticing.

After the wedding we went to some diner where I hung out of a hatchback and tugged on a gallon of tequila. Good stuff. Following a brief Tango Fry fight, Beach threw me into some bushes and I cracked my kneecap. It was all a plan to fuck up my game for badminton the next day. He destroyed me all day long, but it was still tons of fun. Thanks to the Beach family for putting us up and taking care of us. I've never seen a mom so psyched about Culkins - she also calls me "Chain Boy". God I love mini-vacations.

There is one thing about summer that I'll really miss - besides short skirts and hot dresses - the BBQ's. Last night kicked off with a brief hang with Tropical Storm before we packed it in and rolled out to Carol Gardens. The evening was a farewell celebration for Simon and Scott who are heading onto life in higher education. It was a gathering of old friends. Jeff held the grill down while we funneled beers and passed some bubbley. Karl and Jane Anne returned from their summer in the Northeast and if for only a brief minute, it felt like the good old days. The evening turned to night so I decided to hop a ride with Erin and Sascha who were heading back uptown. After trying to track down some people, I threw in the towel and watched more Arrested Development with Builder and Herman.

This weekend I'll be DJ'ing a buddy's wedding in Bedford, NY so you'll have to get on without me Saturday night. Tonight is a different story. My plan is to bounce around hoping to catch Oxford Collaspe, Wilderness and Les Savy Fav - unless something even crazier comes across my desk. For now, here is my best of the best for the weekend:

** New York **

- Friday: Wilderness w/ Oxford Collapse @ Mercury; Les Savy Fav @ Bowery (Sold Out); Ted Leo @ South Street Seaport.
- Saturday: Levy @ Mercury Lounge; Of Montreal @ Northsix; The Perceptionists @ Southpaw.
- Sunday: Lou Reed @ Joe's Pub; Make Believe @ Northsix.

** Austin **

- Friday: Wrens w/ Jim Yoshii Pile-Up @ Emo's (outside).
- Saturday: Knitters @ The Parish.
- Sunday: Float the River.

** Chicago **

- Friday: Heiroglyphics @ Abbey Pub; DEVO @ House Of Blues; Suicide Machines @ Bottom Lounge.
- Saturday: Puffy AmiYumi @ Vic Theatre.
- Sunday: Head to Wrigley for the Cubs vs. Marlins.

** Los Angeles **

- Friday: Murs @ Knitting Factory (Main); Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings @ The Echo.
- Saturday: Sunset Junction Festival @ 3600 – 4400 Sunset Boulevard, (Foreign Born, Rilo Kiley, The Walkmen, Black Mountain & More).
- Sunday: Desmond Dekker w/ Hepcat @ Hollywood Bowl; Sunset Junction Festival @ 3600 – 4400 Sunset Boulevard, (Gossip, The Weirdos, NY Dolls, The Eagles of Death Metal & More).

** Portland **

- Friday: Shellac @ Berbati's Pan.
- Saturday: (smog) @ Doug Fir Lounge; Rufus Wainwright w/ Ben Folds & Ben Lee @ Roseland Theatre.
- Sunday: Hella @ Holocene.

** San Francisco **

- Friday: Eat burritos in the Mission.
- Saturday: Vinyl @ The Great American; The Matches @ Slim's.
- Sunday: Magik Markers @ Bottom of the Hill; Black Mountain @ The Independent.

Jay's quest for sobriety hit the day two mark yesterday. Yup, I've spent two whole days without any substance touching my body. It would be three if not for Builder holding me down and blowing smoke on me Monday night. Beach and I realized we haven't had a drink since our margaritas at Chili's on Sunday. He might have broke down last night, but I held fast simply because I've physically felt like shit all week. In order to be in top form for Macchia's wedding this weekend, I figured it is best for me to bring it down to a 6 instead of the fully cranked 11. Thankfully the evil demons have been escaping by way of my ass, (as Jin points out on the sly). Anyway, enough about my bowel movements, let's get on to last night.

The evening began with a quick haircut, (want to look sharp for the wedding only later realizing that haircuts make me look 12) before running over to Mo Pitkin's which is a new spot on Avenue A. Desperately in search of a party spot, I went in to speak with the owner who showed me the upstairs’ stage space. It was kind of crazy because Debbie Harry was sound checking. I nearly shit a house. The space is cool, but a bit too clean and swank for the hood. Then I stopped by the Mercury Lounge to say hello to The Big Sleep before cruising down to Parkside Lounge to check out their stage.

Around 8pm Jin, Builder and I took a cruise out to Joe's house on South 2nd Street in the Burg. Their party space is totally raw and awesome. I just wish the roof was accessible for parties. You could throw Siren Fest on that thing. Once we got back to town, Jin and I headed to the Mercury where Stevo waited with margarita in hand. We cruised into the show just in time for a set by The Most Serene Republic. Now I can't completely go apeshit for this band yet, but its very safe to say that last night's show was great. They are a super fun six-piece that includes a lady on guitar and backing vocals as well as a lead singer whose theatrics are hilarious, but his trombone playing takes the cake. We couldn't see much from the back so we snaked our way right up front along with Glenn who was snapping some shots of the photogenic band. I'll agree with Jin in regards to their drummer pounding out some serious beats that complimented the bassist work on his five-string, (but next time dude, put on sock - you aren't Tim Harrington). Anyway, their songs were strong, but I wish they would have let Mark do their sound because some levels felt off and there were times that the lead singer’s voice wasn't audible. They have an innovative dynamic that takes them one step beyond the label of Broken Social Scene Jr. Their songs are extremely upbeat driven which gives them a ska like appearance on the surface, but they intermix a ton of guitar / keyboard interplay along with some male / female vocal harmonizing to full even the most discerning ear. Watch out for these kats in the coming months. You can see them at Bowery opening for Metric on October 5th, (tickets).

Additional Loose Dates:

10.06.05 :: Brooklyn, NY :: Southpaw
10.18.05 :: Chicago, IL :: Empty Bottle

Next on the chop block was The Big Sleep. By the time they were ready to play, I had joined forces with Mike, Mike, Lee, Kyle, Dee, Dan, DTL, Kevin, Beach and Gigs (welcome home!) to enjoy the sonic assault that is The Big Sleep. For a three-piece band they sure make a lot of racket. Unfortunately Danny and Sonja broke my heart earlier in the evening by letting me know they didn't bring any of the finished product with them for me to sample. So it was my mission to pay close attention, but that shit gets difficult when you are head banging around the room flipping out with friends in regards to the amazing songs. This band has so much control its ridiculous. Between the work on the keys, bass, drums and danny's seemingly endless loop on guitar, they manage to create a wall of sound that crumbles at the sound of any heart pounding bridge. For my money they could do away with vocals all together, but it does add a nice layer to their sound. Maybe it’s just my gluttonous want of having them bring the balls the entire 35 minutes. Unfortunately they don't have any shows scheduled, but hopefully we can change that in the very near future.

As I began to fad, Kinski took the stage and cruised through three songs from their new album. Though their sound is very epic and pounding, I couldn't take the heat and had to cruise home to crash. There are still a few tickets available to the Sub Pop night at Bowery Ballroom on the Saturday of CMJ - so don't miss out, (tickets).

Yesterday was very trying on the soul. Today is a new day - wish me luck.

*** Broken Social Scene tour dates thanks to More Cowbell. Expect a NYC date soon, (the easy guess is October 23rd - Bowery and Webster have yet to book talent on that day).

*** Sleepytime Gorilla Museum has finally scheduled a NYC date. They get set to hit the Mercury Lounge on October 16th, (tickets). This band is one crazy bunch of goth metal fuckshow that is sure to be entertaining. They put together some interesting noise.

Like This...Ladies and Gentlemen: Sean Champion.

*** Brooklyn Vegan points out that the tickets to all of the Bowery CMJ Showcases go onsale today at noon on Ticketweb. Don't be a jackass by missing your chance to see Wolf Parade, Fruit Bats, Rogue Wave, Kinski and the Constantines all on one bill.

Also onsale:

- Bouncing Souls @ CBGB's (August 30) (can someone spot me a ticket?)
- Wolf Parade @ Bowery (October 24)
- My Morning Jacket @ Webster (October 18) (the new album is unreal)


*** Mr. Simple Mission dropped his weekly dose of exclusive tracks on my inbox this morning. The suspect in question is the dirty indie rock outfit Blood On The Wall. Elliot informs us that their new record, titled Awesomer, will be released on September 6th by The Social Registry. Now I've never been to vocal about this band, but their self-titled debut LP was one of my favorite records of last year. It still gets regular attention on my iPod. It's like a step-father with his teenage daughter. I can go a couple weeks without checking in, but then I take it out for ice cream and its all butter.

*** The next Motherfucker Party is (surprise) scheduled for September 4th. You can pick up advanced tickets to the party at Ticketweb. Here are all the get-down-and-dirty details:

A Live performance by OUT HUD @ 11:30pm. If you aren't familiar with this AMAZING band, they've played with such acts as ESG, LIQUID LIQUID & LE TIGRE and they share members with !!!

One of our favorites to spin out and to dance to, be sure to get there by 11:30 to see them or earlier to enjoy the OPEN SVEDKA & RED BULL bar from 10-11.

There are 3 rooms of music and 9 DJ's! Michael T., Justine D. & Dave P in the main room! You know what we spin!

Carlos, Phil South, Justin of OUT HUD/!!! & Ron take over the upstairs room of GYPSY TEA with Disco, Classic House and Techno!

In the basement, FITZ and ARTHUR, the legendary TWISTED ONES spin soul, old R&B and Funk to keep you moving!

MOTHERFUCKER always goes til' 5AM so stick it out til' the very end!

You bring the coke! I'll bring the bitches!

*** Jeff Village sent me an email pointing out the fact that the Mercury schedule now lists the Editors show on September 19th as postponed. After a bit of digging, I found out that they were offered a huge TV show appearance in the U.K. that they cannot pass up. Signs of rescheduling look promising. If any news hits me, you'll know first.

*** Would y'all do yourself a favor and head down to the Mercury Lounge tomorrow night for some epic psych-noise rock? One of Loose's favorite local bands - The Big Sleep - is sandwiched between Arts & Crafts' newbie The Most Serene Republic and Sup Pop's Northwest insturmential rock band Kinski. You already heard me profess my love for The Big Sleep. They claim to have a few new songs up their sleaves along with some final recordings so I'm hoping they'll slip me something new as 186 has nearly worn out the three-song demo we scored awhile back. As for Kinski, I scored their record Alpine Static this weekend and it made me a beliver. Click here for samples of the album. I'd strongly advise you to get there early to catch The Most Serene Republic. Loose Writer Jeremy Koren would agree. He gave their July release, Underwater Cinematographer a glowing review. To avoid being shut out of the club; you may want to purchase some advance tickets.

*** Get your fucking skank on! I know Mina and Dan will be pumped for this tour if it reaches the East Coast. The Dangermen aka Madness are doing a few dates on the Left Coast. I recently scored the first disc of the Dangermen Sessions and to be honest - it totally fucking rocks. It is tasty 2nd Wave style ska with some killer covers, (Lola being one of them) and splashes of the traditional Trojan island sound. It will be interesting to see how these shows draw, but if you are looking for a good time - you just found it. Now go dust off your porkpie hat.

Dangermen US 2005 tour:

09.17.05 :: San Bernadino, CA :: KROQ Inland Invasion
09.18.05 :: San Diego, CA :: House Of Blues
09.20.05 :: Los Angeles, CA :: Troubadour
09.21.05 :: San Francisco, :: Bimbo's
09.23.05 :: Portland, OR :: Crystal Ballroom
09.24.05 :: Seattle, WA :: Fenix Underground

*** The same friend of mine who is pimping LEVY recently hit me with another gem, but this one comes from the land down under. The Morning After Girls are a five-piece from Melborne who are sneaking back into the States for the CMJ Festival. The recently signed to Rainbow Quartz and will be playing their showcase at Arlenes Grocery, but don't sweat it if you can't make that show. There are a number of chances to catch them in New York as they plan a little marathon of their own.

09.14 :: NYC :: Secret Show (TBA)
09.15 :: NYC :: Sin-e (KCRW Show)
09.16 :: NYC :: Arlene's Grocery (7pm)
09.16 :: Hoboken, NJ :: Maxwell's
09.17 :: Bklyn, NY :: Warsaw (NY2LON)
09.19 :: NYC :: Pianos
09.21 :: NYC :: Hiro Ballroom (DJ Set)

Get a taste of the girls with these tracks: Hi Skies (Video) and Straight Through You.

*** The Yeti points out that !!! (Chk Chk Chk) tickets for their CMJ show at S.O.B.'s are now onsale. You might as well buy a ticket because you'll already be in that area for the Loose Record party. Our lineup is one step away from being finalized, and if your taste is anywhere near mine - you'll fucking love it. Thankfully our party is early so I can get tanked and then go dance my ass off. Who's coming with me?

Over the summer I purchased an import copy of Art Brut's Bang, Bang, Rock & Roll at Other Music after hearing the single on WOXY. The album instantly found a place in my heavy rotation. Even Mr. Chernin loves the record, and we all know he has a reliable pallet. The band has made heaps of noise across the pond with their epic live shows and karate matches with Bloc Party. New York City finally gets the chance to see Art Brut in action when they invade The Mercury Lounge on Thursday, November 10th. Do y'all remember when Franz played their gig at The Mercury in November of 2003? Well, this show could be of the same historic proportions so make sure you keep an eye on Ticketweb in the coming weeks. It is sure to sellout in a hot second. I'll let you know if any ticket info comes across the Loose News Desk.

SAVE THE DATE:

11.10.05 :: Art Brut :: Mercury Lounge (NYC)

You can learn a lot about your brothers when the door gets locked and there are two naked girls making out in front of you. On Friday we did just that, but it started with some heavy drinking to loosen up the groom.

The night began with a 5pm call time to The Library where I met with some of the work crew from the clubs. We downed four carbombs a piece before returning to our respective offices (read: my apartment) to finish the work day. Around 7pm Noah showed up and we continued the pregame with some Red Stripe, (thank Christ the 10 cases are almost gone). We met Dr. Rocktagon in the Mercury for a quick Tequila shot in honor of Pedro's birthday, (the guy behind the guy). With a hearty buzz worked up, we hopped a cab and cruised downtown to Bubby's for some BBQ.

We arrived to find most of the crew was running late. By the time everyone got the group consisted of the three of us, Justin, Jens, Joe, Action, Jersey Dan, Oveis, Windskill, Rubio Soho and the maid of honor - Mr. Macchia. PBR's were slugged down while we dined on various pig products. Noah and I split some pulled pork platter that knocked my socks off. The best part of the dinner was the blue cheese kettle chips we rocked as an appetizer. Those shits are the business. Around 10pm we settled up and blew the joint.

Joe was kind enough to drive Beach, Noah and I to 186 so we could grab all the booze housed in my fridge. On the way there, Rocktagon and I hung out the window tormenting passersby with the theme song from the Price Is Right. One guy nearly shit his pants. I love being a dick. We picked up Jack and the booze before heading to Williamsburg. We hit Justin's roof for a few drinks before the skank patrol showed up. This was my first NYC home delivery stripper experience and it couldn't have been more hilarious. Now I'm not permitted to discuss what happened once the music started, but rest assured Adam heard the ocean that night. There were also great performances by some other gents, but we don't want to get anyone in trouble. The strippers were like Jekyll and Hyde. One broad was pretty good looking while the other was down right nasty. I pounded my way through the performance with some powerful vodka grapefruits.

Later that evening (following open mic night), I bailed out on the boys with the hope of finding the Dirty On Purpose house party. After wandering around by the water for 45 minutes, it dawned on me that I was standing below the bridge without another soul on the street. This was a good point to call it a night.

Saturday was another shitfest. Matt and I snagged some brunch at Angelina before I broke off to hang at Rocktagon's house with him and Oveis. Halfway through the Yankee game Time Warner had a fit so we cruised down to Standings to finish the job. Jersey Dan and Noah showed up so we decided it was time for our first margarita. We went down to Juanita's for an outside happy hour hang. During our first margarita a fight broke out on Rivington. A couple neighborhood kids were going at it. Things heated up when the numbers grew and one kid began swinging a knife at one of the kids in the initial fight. Then they broke out and the whole sea of people ran up Suffolk Street. The neighborhood is getting crazy!

We continued the evening at 186 where we had a big bro down before heading to the Mercury Lounge to catch Hockey Night's set. By the time I played we were joined by Yaps, Lucy, Tumbleweed, Daylen, George and a couple more kids who rocked the fuck out to the super fun show. Yes, they sound like Pavement. Yes, I love Pavement. Go see them at CMJ, you'll dig it. The night cap came courtesy of 2A, but after a couple drink Oveis and I went home to cuddle.

Note: Jersey Dan and Tumbleweed were both victims in Saturday night Culkins.

Yesterday Beach, Action and I decided to go big. Around 2pm we headed to Jersey City for some Chili's action. We had a delicious meal that did me right for the rest of the day. My evening was spent fighting with Memphis Rub Ribs while doing a pile of Loose Work.

So it just came to my attention that The Editors have confirmed a Mercury Lounge show on September 19th. Its finally time for these press darlings to get their full slice of NYC blogger love. Expect tons of Flicker entries and blog posts. I can't wait to see them even if I haven't heard the whole album.

Speaking of brits... word on the street is there will be a BRUTAL show in November. Two big UK bands making serious waves will crash the shores in the first half of that month. I'll keep you posted on those so don't make the mistake of Moving to LA anytime soon.

After recent conversations with Builder, we've decided to get back to our roots so I've been spending the afternoon putting various albums from my early teen years on the Future, (our music hard drive). This includes - but not limited to - NoFX (The Decline, Shitting Bricks & I Heard They Suck Live), Gorillas Biscuits (Start Today - "Stand Still" makes me want to break shit), Schleprock (America's Dirty Little Secret), Rancid (Let's Go, And Out Come The Wolves), The Impossibles (Self-Titled, Return), Bouncing Souls (The Good The Bad And The Argyle, Maniacal Laughter, The Bad The Worse And The Out of Print), Assorted Jelly Beans (Self-Titled). There have also been some new additions that are blowing my mind: Wilderness (Self-Titled), King of France (Self-Titled), Roy Ayers (Virgin Ubiquity II), Wolf Parade (Apologies to the Queen Mary), Foreign Born (In the Remote Woods), The Cribs (The New Fellas), Madness (Dangermen Sessions I) and the new BRMC. If you want to stop in and pillage the future, you should - its loaded with all sorts of shit.

Oh, The Decline might be the best thing ever.

Thursday's cannot continue in the same fashion of the last few weeks. If they do, I may collapse by the end of year. Well, better now than later, but we'll save emo for another time. Yesterday began with some emailing and then a little business over nachos with my favorite little Hebrew business partner, (not Serkan - he's Italian or something). Then we met Adiera back at 186 for some wine, cheese and my first ever peach experience. Up until yesterday I've been afraid of the round, hairy fruit, but it was time. Around 8:30pm Dr. Rocktagon stopped by with a falafel and a serious buzz. We grabbed a Red Stripe, hopped in a cab and headed out to Southpaw.

Speaking of firsts, last night was my first trip to the Park Slope club. I've never made it out there for a number of reasons, but most importantly its faraway and I don't like going to Brooklyn if it isn't necessary, (sorry Noah). We arrived with enough time for Doug to pour us a tequila shot, say hello to Jen and settle in for a great set by King of France. It was my first live experience with the band since I've received their awesome self-titled, Echo Records debut, (street date is September 27th). To put a magical gem in the doughnut, Matt (from RANA) has recently been added to their lineup on keys - the boy can wail. Their live show has some hilarious elements thanks to the deadpan humor of the front man and the fancy stick work of the drummer. Their songs revolve around melody, but have a sinister vide compliments of the spooky front man who supplies guitar and vocals. They played my two favorite songs - "Moon" and "The Beast" - before the quirky set came to an end.

Tequila flowed like water as we teamed up with Pooja, Emma and Matt for the next band - a two-piece Pittsburgh outfit know as Grand Buffet. Not only are they repping Pennsylvania, but they also have fat beats under some hilarious hip hop stylings. Then between songs its like a fucking Abbott & Costello on mushrooms. They have mad jokes, but it isn't what you'd think. They talk about girls giving birth to cheeseburgers (twice), shrimp and the Pittsburgh Penguins. Drop your plans and check out their 12am set at the Knit tonight. You'll have so much fucking fun. I'd go, but some strippers are going to be shaking their tits in my face at Justin's house.

During changeover our numbers grew as Tugboat and Jersey Dan joined the crew. JD is up for the weekend from the city of brotherly love so come out and show the kid what's up. We popped back into the club for some Magnolia Electric Co. I couldn't concentrate on the music because the lead singer's uni-brow was freaking me out. Eventually Rocktagon was so drunk that he kept shouting at the band so we had to hop a cab back to the city. We got dropped off at Hanger Bar where Natalka was celebrating her 24th birthday. Happy Birthday sweetheart! The drinks came fast and heavy. Builder and Gabe quickly joined the force, but after a final carbomb we had to roll.

My head hurts so much.

Enjoy your weekend! Go see Hockey Night tomorrow at the Mercury Lounge.

When I ran into Tom Yaps (Loose Contributor) on Wednesday night, he just finished up a session at Indie Night School upstairs at Pianos. He was really excited about the evening so I asked him to give a little recap for the blog. I might ask this of various other contributors when I see you out so make sure to hide from me. Here is a barely edited recount of Tom's experience. Watch as he goes to the head of the class:

Indie Night School was fucking rad. Upstairs Piano's was packed, filled with a million skinny white kids with glasses. The line-up of panelists was top-notch with managers of Interpol, Stellastarr*, VHS or Beta, Blonde Redhead, Morningwood, and a bunch more. Tom Sean from the Black Spoons moderated and did a great job keeping the pace moving and encouraging the audience, although his request to turn the AC down was questionable.

The panel, particularly Brandon Schmidt from Interpol, Jonny Kaps from Stellastarr*, and Tom Sarig from Le Tigre did a great job addressing the needs of both bands looking for managers and aspiring managers. The evening was kept very loose and informal, with all the attendees super interested in everything the panel had to say.

One sobering statement was made by Schmidt, who said very firmly, that if you begin seriously managing a band, do not expect to make any money for at least two years, if you're lucky. The entire panel also said that once you begin managing, you have basically adopted 4 or 5 or 8 children. Also addressed were issues such as when is the right time for a band to look for a manager, what are the pros and cons of joining a conglomerate like The Firm Vs a boutique management company, and the conflict of interest issues that arise when your management is also your label.

It was a super informative night and all of the panelists were incredibly gracious and stuck around to speak with audience members individually. The night was sponsored by ASCAP, and before the workshop began, Tom Sean made a great announcement. ASCAP will be sponsoring four more workshops, to be held in NYC over the next 3-4 months. Also, Indie Night School will be going on a 15 city national tour, also sponsored by ASCAP.

Basically, last night was awesome, and if the topic for any future session catches your eye, I strongly encourage you to attend. Although I think they already had their session on hipster douches who give head to Paul Bothe.

Thanks Tom!

I just wanted to give you a friendly reminder that tomorrow (let's say around noonish) we'll be cutting off the contest to win tickets to see Hockey Night w/ Jim Yoshii Pile-up, Hopewell, The High Dials and Syd Matters at the Mercury Lounge on Saturday, August 20th. To enter, send an email to contests (at) looserecord.com with Hockey Night in the subject and your full name in the body. It's that fucking simple. As an added bonus, if the winner finds me at the show, I'll buy you a tequila shot.

Click the contests link (below the feature on the right of this page) to see all the details. Don't forget to enter the Wilderness w/ Oxford Collapse contest. You'll be punching yourself in the groin if you miss that show.

It's a celebration BITCHES!

And my apologies to Joe - who for some reason I've been calling Doug for two days. I need Builder to stop feeding me grass.

Check out this hilarious dude rocking the fuck out to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah at the South Street Seaport gig, (via Cooler).

Also, Noah says I'm late to the game, but this is the first time I've ever seen this site. Its a page that has the origin for a shit load of band names, (thanks to Paul for last night's chobbler and this link).

Stop the fucking bleeding? As Christie and I bounced around the balcony of the Knitting Factory last night, I sent a text message trying to get a Yankees update from Superfan #99. His reply, "They blew it." This is the second night in a row that the Bombers have blown a lead in Tampa Bay. I'm all but ready to throw in the towel, but with this group of kids - and the amount of games left - there is still hope. The bullpen better step the fuck up and start doing their job or I'll switch gears to football. Once I'm there; I'm there for good.

Sports Are Stupid, Right?

Wrong! But I know you aren't hear to read me bitch about matches, games or whatever you kids who don't dig on contest call them. Last night began with a serious work session following a long day at the office. Around 9pm Christie stopped by to drop some gear off for Builder before heading over to Pianos. As we pulled up to the club Joe was skating by so we had a quick chat and got the scoop on this Friday's party at their space in Brooklyn, (look for details later). We cruised inside and ran into the usual suspects - Lee, Elliot and Rosie - who were upstairs catching the latest edition of "Indie Rock School". We saddled up to the bar for a drink where Mr. Yaps popped in to say hello before heading outside for a smoke, (which he lit with his new Loose Record lighter - just ask for one).

Christie and I ducked into the backroom and made our way up front to say hello to Brenda and Helen. The boys took the stage and did some tuning while a hip hop mix that included some Tribe was brought down by the house. It felt like some time had passed since my last Head Set experience, and I haven't seen them since Jordan passed me their new record so there was some excitement brewing. The room seemed to instantly fill as they took the stage and we quickly found ourselves with a Ghory and Yaps in tow. The boys took little time to warm up, and we quickly found ourselves surrounded by rock.

The one thing that really stood out was Mike's drumming. Mike sounded really clean behind the kit and the hits were sharper and his little bit of ghosting went a long way. There were also a couple of fills that sounded really smart on the floor tom. Couple this with Brett's fuzzy (but not fuzzed out) yet funky bass and you get a rhythm section more capable than most. In typical fashion, Elliot was solid as a rock on the guitar. This kid simply gets it done without much flair. Though most of his guitar parts share the same tone, they are a crucial part to this bands dynamic - they sound like the band's defining factor. Rounding out The Head Set is front man extraordinaire Jordan who confidence continues to grow with each show. He adds some sass to the band while texturing each song with a soulful white boy voice that isn't so obnoxious that it only appeals to kids who read Jambase. He stomped around the stage with sass while his greasy (think black haired Cobain) hair flopped around and sat perfectly in front of his eyes when he took to his guitar.

Now I don't want to gush, but more often than not it happens. More than ever, the band is ready to break. They no longer wear the press imposed comparisons - U2, Strokes, Walkmen - on their shoulders. Maybe it was my position in front of the speakers, but The Head Set produce something powerful. They do it without the hang ups - the fashion, the hipster attitude or much of the formulaic rock revival. Take for instance the new song (it was new to me) where Elliot and Jordan gayed it up by sharing a microphone. The track has a distinct Doo Wop feel that had me creaming my jeans for more. For such an unsuspecting bunch, they've written some great material that should draw the attention of a larger audience.

Christie and I said our good byes and quickly exited the club. We picked up a 24oz Coors for the ride down to the Knit. Did you know a 24oz Coors is $2.25! For a fucking can of beer? Where the fuck do we live? You can still find places that only charge you $2 for a 40oz, but since this deli is on Ludlow they can over charge you? I flipped, gave the dude $2 and walked out. We got down to the Knit just in time to grab a beer and get in the back for a set by the cutest fucking two-piece ever - Smoosh. Downstairs was a bit sweaty so we took it to the balcony for a great set by these young girls who have serious chops.

Think back to your younger days. What were your preteen evenings filled with? Nights at the Little League park? Trips to Dairy Queen? Club house hang session? Your nights weren't spent playing to a packed room in New York City's Knitting Factory. Well, for Smoosh its just another day at the office. The girls really surprised me. The last time Whit stepped foot on the East Coast he turned me on to their record, but it quickly got written off as novelty. After seeing them live, I now know its the real deal. They sounded great, but the most intriguing part of the evening was wondering where they would land a few years from now. They might be someone's A&R dream, but hopefully they won't get molded by whatever major decides they are worth their weight in gold. These girls are perfect as is; 'nuff said.

For a more in depth look at Smoosh, check out what Nora had to say in regards to the Spin House performance yesterday. Speaking of, who do I have to blow to get on the invite list for those gigs?

*** Ever wonder what the the writers over at the Village Voice make? Check this leaked letter from senior writer Robert Christgau explaining the upcoming paycuts that will inevitably make the publication struggle. This just goes to show you being a writer doesn't pay, but this isn't news to our staff!

*** Have a listen to yesterday's New Pornographers' studio session at WFMU, (minus Neko) or if you are feeling particularly curious there is some video available.

*** Word around the interweb is that Clap Your Hands Say Yeah will sign to 4AD and eventually tour Japan with The Pixies, (Junkmedia & Brooklyn Vegan). Can anyone confirm or deny this? Does anyone really care?

Seriously folks. I know there are kids (and friends) out there who boot up everyonce and awhile, so please take a minute to read this story Noah tossed me from today's Daily News. Its in reference to the bad heroin being sold around town and more specifically in my neighborhood. People have been found dead at 484 E. Houston, 223 Ave B, 238 E. 7th and Spring Street. Kids are popping off all around us, so please be careful - even if its coke. You never know what that shit is cut with so you better protect yourself. Take Grandmaster's advice and don't do it.

Loose Record has never been bashful about our love for WOXY (dot-com) - the best online radio station and the self-proclaimed "Future of Rock n' Roll". Now is your chance to get some love back from the Cincy based station. They are taking submissions from unsigned artists looking for some solid exposure. Read on for details and tell your friend who is pretending to be your manager to get your pieced together presskit out to Mike, Shiv and the rest of the crew:

ATTENTION ALL UNSIGNED MUSICIANS:

We're debuting a new program soon that will also become our latest podcast, Unsigned@WOXY.COM . As many of you know, we've been the Future Of Rock & Roll since 1983 and during that time, 18 97Xposure competitions sought out the best unsigned talent in our area.

And now - we're gonna start it all over again.

Not a contest, but a showcase for the best unsigned talent...anywhere! Our coverage area has changed but not our desire for discovering new music. It doesn't matter if you're in New York, LA, Cincinnati or London, we want your music. We'll select what we feel is the best of the bunch to spotlight in a regular program Unsigned@WOXY.COM and then we'll turn the show into a podcast that music lovers around the world can download. This is Xposure you don't want to pass up.

IMPORTANT: Click here & read carefully to get started: http://www.woxy.com/unsigned/ (a link on the site will follow shortly)

Good luck!

Mike Taylor / Program Director
Matt Shiv / Music Director
WOXY.COM

*** Did anyone notice that The Go! Team are playing Webster Hall on November 2nd? What this blog presupposes is - maybe we didn't? Hopefully they beefed up their live performance since the last time I saw them.

*** You know this kid is on it which is why I wasn't surprised by the IM received last night instructing me to check out the new Bloc Party and Franz Ferdinand tracks on the latest updates at Productshop NYC. Get them quick before the man forces him to take them down.

*** Longwave is bouncing back from their plague of tour date cancelations. They recently scored an opening slot on some Doves dates throughout the country. Check out their new video for "There's A Fire" (Real / Windows Media / Quicktime) along with the newly scheduled Doves dates.

09.12.05 :: Boston, MA :: Avalon
09.17.05 :: Baltimore, MD :: Sonar
09.19.05 :: Carrboro, NC :: Cat's Cradle
09.20.05 :: Atlanta, GA :: Roxy Theatre
09.22.05 :: New Orleans, LA :: TwiRoPa
09.23.05 :: Houston, TX :: Meridian
09.24.05 :: Dallas, TX :: Gypsy Tea Room

*** Nouvelle Vague is heading back to the U.S. to make you swoon. Check out the French kids who are bringing back the Nova:

09.10.05 :: New York, NY :: Joe's Pub
09.11.05 :: Philly, PA :: World Cafe
09.12.05 :: Boston, MA :: Paradise
09.13.05 :: New York, NY :: Joe's Pub
09.14.05 :: New York, NY :: Canal Room
09.17.05 :: Chicago, IL :: Schuba's
09.18.05 :: Chicago, IL :: Hothouse
09.20.05 :: Seattle, WA :: Chop Suey
09.22.05 :: Portland, OR :: Holocene
09.24.05 :: San Francisco, CA :: Bimbo's
09.25.05 :: Los Angeles, CA :: Hollywood Bowl (w/ Dead Can Dance)
09.27.05 :: San Diego, CA :: The Casbah

*** Sufjan Stevens Symphony Space show gets properly announced (and brought to my attention thanks to Manic Mess). Click here to purchase tickets.

*** Finally, check out this FREE event for this Wednesday in New York. Don't forget to RSVP if it tickles your fancy:

This weekend was totally random, but in the end it had tons of bright spots. Friday night was frustrating. After a stop by Tumbleweed and Matt's new apartment, I returned home to catch some sleep, but ended up indulging in the Arrested Development marathon. Then a series of plans began to fall through. First I was supposed to hit up a Brooklyn roof party with Mike, Sarah and Rebecca, but the heat prevented our trip. Then I met with Christie and Sam to hit up some open bar party on 37th Street, but there ended up being a cover that was too pricey for me. Sam and I bailed out and parted ways on 14th Street. Around 11pm I stopped into Rivington Bar to have a couple drinks with Dan, Fabian, Dave, Leclare, Erin and Leah. By 12am Johnny had joined us and we managed to clean the bar out of PBR.

We hopped a cab down to the Knitting Factory to catch a hip hop show featuring DJ A-Trak and The Roll Deep Crew. We ran into Rory and Ryan who joined us for tequila shots at the front bar before sliding into the sweaty backroom for a set by A-Trak. He was definitely the highlight of my evening if only because I couldn't understand a word coming from the mouths of the four-piece Roll Deep Crew. I understand that my ear can't really pick up anything in terms of a live grime show, but good god damn it sounded like a jumbled mess of incomprehensible weed references.

We bounced after half of their set and returned to the East Side where we met up with the kids for some karaoke. If you haven't been to the spot on Third Avenue and Fifth Street, you should give it a try. We had a huge room all to ourselves. There was a lot of bouncing around on the couch, throwing beer cans at the TV screen and various table dancing vocal solos. It takes a heavy level of intoxication to get me to grab a microphone, so Saturday night I must have been drunk because I was singing a lot of backup. On our way out, I managed to pop into various rooms and tried to sing some tunes with randoms. Let's just say it didn't work out. We closed the night in Beach's backyard finishing off what was left of the karaoke joint's BYOB.

Sidenote: Word up to my little sister who turned 20 on Friday. I can't believe the girl is already 20!

Saturday was a shotgun from the second I sat up in bed. There were a few messages on my phone from Dr. Roctagon who had procured a couple tickets to the 1pm game at Yankee Stadium. I threw on some clothes and hustled to Union Square where we proceeded to touch every Green Line Train in an effort to quickly get to the Bronx. We arrived at the top of the second inning. Moose managed to pitch a gem as we watched from a pair of killer seats about 30 rows behind the dugout. It was such a hot day, but thankfully we were in the shade and the beer guys cruised by in heavy rotation. The game was outstanding despite Mariano blowing a save; Bernie Baseball came back with a walk-off homerun in the bottom of the 11th. We left happy and buzzed.

We got back downtown as some rain started to fall so we stopped by One and One to have a pint with Stevo. Once the rain subsided we walked to Juanita's to have margaritas and grub with Noah, Lucy, Tumbleweed and Matt. This is where my day goes overboard. Three margaritas and a tequila shot later, and I was two sheets on a three sheet sliding scale. After a quick stop at Tumbleweed and Matt's house, Beach and I ran over to Sarah's house to wish her a happy birthday. We bailed out at some point, and proceeded to pop into various Broadway establishments to howl the Price Is Right theme song to for their patrons. Beach also informed me that I told and old lady to eat a dick, but he might be making that up.

Sunday was one big hang with Christie and I catching lunch at Mary Ann's before heading back to Beach's for some margarita's and the PGA Championship. The evening ended with the boys of 186 hanging out and watching some Family Guy. It was a bit uneventful, but still a ton of fun.

Is there anything going on tonight? Someone should make plans for me as its looking to be a slow evening.

My second home is beginning to confuse me. While sitting on the couch playing with the new Loose Record / WOXY lighters (ask me for one - I'll pass it on), I couldn't figure out what the hell happened on Tuesday evening. Maybe this is due to the fact that I've spent five nights in a row checking out some new stuff at Mercury Lounge. You all know about the exploits with Shout Out Louds and Five O'Clock Heroes, but yesterday I was a busy man so there were no posts about Wednesday night. Let me see if I can recall the events.

Wednesday is the new Yesterday.

The club was a bonafide shitshow on Wednesday. The Detroit Cobras played an early show to preview their upcoming release for press and label folks. We had a Loose Crew in the club checking it out, but I wanted to stop in to see how they sounded. Unfoturnately - because I am a big fan - they rubbed me the wrong way. They almost appeared as if they didn't give two shits about being in a band. Funny thing is I got a different reaction from Mike who was covering the show for us. Maybe it was just the big fat smelly drunk dude who stood next to me, but either way, I didn't dig it.

After some hang time in the park next across the street from our apartment, I returned to the club to see what Army of Me is all about. Now this is one of those bands championed by illustrious Karen +1 and Ultragrrrl. Funny enough they were in attendance and I was in the back with Karen when she shouted, "I Love Army of Me!" and Sarah shouted back, "I Love Army of Me to Karen!" It was quite cute. The D.C. four-piece was actually pretty solid though I couldn't shake the thought that the lead singer sounded exactly like Billy Joe Armstrong. They also had a song that featured a riff that was straight up Jovi. They have a dark indie sound splashed with a bit of theatrics which wasn't what I expected, but pleasantly surprised.

I ran into Christen and Amy out in the front bar, and we chatted away while The Upwelling got their shit situated. It was great to hang with Christen because we always see each other out, but rarely get the chance to jam. She was working a solid Jack buzz while I fought to have one clean evening. We eventually slid to the back for some rock. The Upwelling are one of my favorite NYC bands and not just because they are some of the nicest kids in the biz. They are a three-piece with drums, guitar and a keyboardist/foot pedal/samples guru. Ari did it right by playing my favorite song, "Murdered By a Big Bomb", early in the set. This helped me get home a bit earlier than expected so I could catch some sleep.

Thursday is the new Friday.

Ok, so I've been dicking around with this post all day. I'm just going to throw it up in a minute, and instead of writing up last night I'm going to write words or phrasesI think of when remembering last night.

Colour - They are solid, give them a chance.
Lead singer wants to be Morrison - deperately needs Culkin.
Kids shouldn't dress like its 1969.
Magaritas and nachos kick ass.
I loathe Brooklyn.
Brooklyn was really fun.
Noah pulled a Belin.
I didn't see Jin's cat ears.
Muggs were quite good.
Teaching Pat to carbomb.
Smoking joints on the street.
Anna makes me laugh.
Voxtrot kicked ass. Must see them tonight.
We took a cab home?
Mets beer sucks ass.
Brain showed up - didn't he? He had a lady with him.
Jin was on the decks.
I was really drunk.

So many of you have heard the Ratatat remix of Shout Out Louds' rad-as-fuck track "The Comeback", but have you seen it? Me neither, but today it landed in my mailbox. Check out this awesome video. This band is so fucking cute it makes me sick. Ok, bad thing to say, but seriously, how is one supposed to contain themselves when Bebbon or whatever the shit her name is hits a tamborine like that? See for yourself, (Quicktime / Real / Windows Media)

You should too! Tonight our very own Loose Preview writer - Miss Jin Moon - is hitting the decks at Magnetic Field for a evening of good tunes and better people. Its just a short trip on the F Train for my fellow Manhattanites. I'll be heading out at some point so if you need someone to cruise with, give me a call. Here are the details straight from the source - and to read more about Voxtrot check out Loose Previews:

Hey Peeps,

I hardly ever bring out my cat ears and human jukebox, but i will be doing that this Thursday. Come out and purr with me as I've been planning a killer set of sunny indie pop songs to get you shimmying on the dance floor. Exclamation point. Here are the details:

Thursday, august 11
@ magnetic field
97 Atlantic avenue (Brooklyn!!!)
7:30 p.m. // $8 // directions

featuring performances by:
** voxtrot
** the mugs
** the consultants

on the decks:
** skippy/jack of march records
** miss jinners (that's me! ascap/on the moon music)
** remi from voxtrot

Additionally, we apologize for the site being slow damn slow. We have a crack team (or is it team crack) of people working out the kinks. Hopefully we'll be fully operational faster than the next Death Star.

This just hit my inbox and got me all warm inside:

BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE

ARTS & CRAFTS TO RELEASE NEW BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE STUDIO ALBUM ON OCTOBER 4,
2005

August 10, 2005. Toronto. On October 4th Arts&Crafts will release Broken Social Scene's new studio album.The self-titled, third album follows their internationally acclaimed, Juno Award winning album, 'You Forgot It In People' (2002).

The album features the entire BSS network and other guests -- including members of Stars, Apostle of Hustle, Metric, Feist, Do Make Say Think, Raising the Fawn, the Dears, as well as k-os, Jason Tate, and Julie Penner.

It was recorded and produced by longtime BSS producer David Newfeld at Stars and Sons studio.

A&C014 Broken Social Scene . "broken social scene"

1. our faces split the coast in half
2. ibi dreams of pavement (a better day)
3. 7/4 (shoreline)
4. finish your collapse and stay for breakfast
5. major label debut
6. fire eye'd boy
7. windsurfing nation
8. swimmers
9. hotel
10. handjobs for the holidays
11. superconnected12. bandwitch
13. tremoloa debut
14. it's all gonna break

The first pressing of the release will include a 7 track EP, entitled 'ep to be you and me'.

A&C015 Broken Social Scene . "ep to be you and me"
1. her disappearing theme
2. canada vs. america
3. baroque social
4. no smiling darkness / snake charmers association
5. all my friends
6. major label debut (fast)
7. feel good lost reprise

The album and EP will be available on CD, 2xLP (180 gram), and digital download.

Media and fans alike can now go to www.galleryac.com, A&C's newly launched digital download site, where for free and for a limited time you can download the song "7/4 (shoreline)".

Download the album cover here: www.arts-crafts.ca/promotion/bss

Those were the first words out of Rick Froberg's mouth last night as Hot Snakes said farewell to a legion of fans at The Bowery Ballroom. With the hope of not getting ahead of myself, I'll start at the beginning.

My after work minutes were spent on the phone trying to get the jackasses at Time Warner to get our broadband working again. Unfortunately Josh and I - who were on three way calling - got some eccentric named Jerry who freaked out on us and just transferred us. Fucking MORONS! Its awesome when you pay for something that doesn't work. Around 6:30pm I got picked up by my older sister Rachel and her new boyfriend Sean who lives in New Jersey. Rachel is on break from school and came to New Brunswick to hang. We decided to catch a meal at the old Melisano-Belin Little Italy staple called Vincent's. The spot is quite tasty and presented with the opportunity I'd eat there more often. The restaurant is a bit pricey, but this time it didn't matter, (thanks mom). We had a great bottle of Cabernet and caught up on each others lives. I mentioned how I've been a shitty brother and worse son lately, but this busy life isn't something they want to hear about. The meal ended with a cannoli, a shot of espresso and a glass of Sambuca. It's good to be Italian.

The kids dropped me on 1st and 1st so I stopped by the packed Mercury Lounge to pick up some equipment before returning home to work through my wine buzz. By 10pm I was back at the club fraternizing with Todd, Beach, Tara and some other kids. We slid into the backroom for a set by The Five O'clock Heroes. The band is definitely growing on me. This show was a step up from the Pianos show I caught earlier this year. They are a bit difficult to pin down, but if you like modern brit rock (think Libertines, not Coldplay) and bands that wear Clash influence with style, then you should check them out. I ran into Yaps halfway through the set who informed me that I missed Elvis Costello who was there to catch The Like. Tom and I don't always agree, but in terms of The Five O'clock Heroes we do - they have the potential to be huge.

Toward the end of their set we peaced out and hustled down to Bowery for the final New York show by the soon-to-be-former Hot Snakes. Now I didn't get on the bandwagon until Suicide Invoice came across my desk, but since that day I've been sold on raw energy, jarring vocals and driving chord progressions. After five years of creating some of the most brutal rock out there, the four-piece are calling it quits following a few final festival obligations in Europe. Rick warned us we'd be getting the same show they played at the Bowery earlier this year, but for the capacity audience it didn't matter. The band ripped through rad tracks like "I Hate the Kids", "Suicide Invoice", "Braintrust" and "Automatic Midnight". The whole time I waited for them to play my favorite song. When they came back for an encore, I was psyched, but had my fingers crossed. During a song gap, a very drunk gent made a second pass at the back section. Since I'm always working, I tried to help direct him to the bathroom. Instead of going, he decided to stay and talk to me through my jam, "This Mystic Decade". Dude works for Black Cat in DC and told me a group of them came up for the show. He was real nice, but don't keep drunkenly chatting away to someone who is screaming the words to a song by a band who is playing their final show. Bad form, but his obvious high level of intoxication got him off the hook.

The set finished up and they disappeared into the backstage. I bid them and the crew farewell before rolling home to get some sleep. I'll miss Hot Snakes, but it only gets me jazzed up to hear what Rick and John can come up with next. I'm certain they'll be back.

So this weekend I had two mildy histarical celebrity sightings and overheard some great Pete Libertines coke stories. This is what happened.

1. On Saturday I was smoking outside of The Bowery when the "final exit" door on the main level busted open. David Cross came rushing out, and in an effort to pass along our policy, one of the Bowery folks asked him if he was leaving. Cross stood there with a dumb look on his face and replied in his most dickhead aloof kind of manner. There was a brief exchange and then he took off down the block missing the entire Hold Steady set.

2. Last night at Webster Adam Durwitz (Counting Crows' front man) came up to the guest list table to check in. He asked if it was possible for him to purchase a ticket and leave it for a friend. Noah assured him we could do it and asked for the friend's name so he could write it on the ticket. Durwitz reply was simply, "Bob Saget". That's right folks, these two guys hang out. Saget is a hero of mine - being both a huge fan of Full House and his dirty standup.

Gigs said it best so I'll paraphrase her: Could you ever fathom that at any point in your life you'd be selling a ticket to the singer of "Mr. Jones" and holding it for Danny Tanner? Yeah, me neither.

3. While putting away some gear last night I heard some guy talking about how when The Libertines played his club overseas they showed up and the first thing they asked for was some coke. Being a gracious host, the guy obliged and found them some snow. When he showed up with the delivery, Pete all put ripped it out of his hands and threw a healthy amount on a piece of tin foil and proceeded to cook up. Freebasing is so punk rock.

Definition shitshow; this wraps up the weekend in a nice little six syllable package. I haven't partied like that in quite some time, and it started awfully early. Friday turned out to be a half day in my office since I had some personal days to burn. Hawkins met me at Astor Place, and we picked up his friend Omecca who pulled the same brilliant move. We strolled through the heat in the direction of Avenue C. Eventually we sipping mojitos and downing tostones at Cafecito, (still one of my favorite grub spots). After lunch I broke out, and joined Kyle at 186 who had the day off because the Mudtruck exploded. Around 4pm Keegan stopped in to pillage The Future before she jumps ship to Nashville. Erin joined us soon after, and the weekend began to hit full force.

Gettin Old School.

By 5pm, Kyle, Erin, Hawkins, Dee and I were pounding margaritas at Juanita's. Did you folks know their happy hour consists of a $3 pint of the sweet nectar? Did you know their margaritas are strong enough to knock you on your ass? We certainly did. Will was tossing them are way like it's his job, (which it is) and by 7pm we were sassed up beyond belief. This is where we pulled our Newsies moment of the weekend. We picked up some 40's at the deli and cruised to this building just south of Schillers on Norfolk. We buzzed a bunch of numbers until someone let us in, and then we climbed up to the bitching roof to watch the sunset. If it wasn't for that damn Hotel Rivington the view would have been a 10 of 10. Hawkins eventually caught up with us.

Then we returned to 186 for some rum and cokes thanks to the free bottle of the Captain that was passed to me at work. By 10pm I was two sheets, but wanted to cruise to the Bowery to see the first of Sam Champion's two night stand opening for The Hold Steady. From the amount of ridiculous fist pumping and drink spilling, its safe to say I loved the set. I can't really remember much of it, but Jack did give me a proper shout out - fucking rad! After the show, I rolled back to 186 where Lowel, MikeZ and a few others were still pounding beers. At some point we went to Welcome to the Johnson's where Christie was kind enough to let my dumbass be her pool partner as I drifted off into no-man's-land.

On Saturday I snapped out of the previous evening's inebriation only to find myself on the couch with my shoes laced up. I found a passed out Erin curled up in my bed, so going back to sleep wasn't much of an option. We hit the street, and met up with Dana, Mya (the dog) and Hawkins for brunch at Angelina. Later that afternoon, Kyle, Lou, Hawkins and I split a cab out to Carroll Gardens for Simon's Birthday BBQ on the rooftop at his place. It was great to hang out with those kids as a few of them are moving away in the near future, and I haven't done nearly enough rooftop bbq's this summer.

All About The Champion.

Around 9pm, Kyle, Hawkins, Ryan, Greg and I piled into the F Train and headed back to the L.E.S. in an effort to be on time for the second night of Sam Champion. When we arrived at the club it was like a green room full of familiar faces. It was kind of crazy, but great to see so many people out to support the cause. Bango slang me a quick drink and I shot upstairs to get some prime space for the show.

Let me say this now; I'm friends with Sam Champion and love the chaps like brothers. You've read my numerous posts following their progress over the last couple years. Now things are changing. The band is no longer some 'friend's' project. They are a real deal force in indie rock. Sure, their audience has yet to develop outside of New York, but keep in mind they only have an EP available. Their debut full length is dropping next month. They opened two nights at the Bowery Ballroom for The Hold Steady and on both occasions they stepped up their game and destroyed. Saturday night simply blew me away. There is no other way to put it. The songs grow more dynamic each time they perform. Their presence exudes more confidence. They look like they have more and more fun. Most importantly, they sound like a good rock band should. If you have followed up on anything I've recommended in my few years of waxing, please take me up on this suggestion: Buy Sam Champion's record next month, see them on the supporting tour and realize that rock and roll can still have balls.

It was difficult to focus on the bands after the Sam Champion set, but I managed to catch the first half of Love As Laughter's set. They kicked things off with two of my favorite tracks from the new record; "In Amber" and "Dirty Lives". Then their set began to blur into the background of the numerous people getting their drunk on. It was a bit unfortunate, so I decided to step outside to catch a smoke with Mia. By the time I made it back upstairs Sam Jayne and the boys finished up. It was time to buckle down for a couple hours of lecturing from Craig Finn.

The Hold Steady have certainly come a long way since I first saw them at Pianos when they played with 80's Matchbox B-line Disaster. Their music has remained true to form, but the fan base has grown exponentially. They managed to sell out both nights of their stand at the Bowery, and in both instances they induced the same party atmosphere their songs might suggest. Highlights of their set include "Stevie Nicks", "Everyone's A DJ" and the Beach dedicated "212 Margarita". By the end of their set a wake of destruction passed through the club. Hawkins had escaped under securities radar despite his Krunking and drink snortage. We camped out downstairs for the next hour or so before Robin, Ryan and I hopped a cab to HiFi for the after party. My sorry ass didn't make it home until 5am.

I'm In A Golden Age.

Sunday was such a productive day. It began with a meeting of minds at 186 that broke down to a kitchen session of idea tossing. It's always really exciting to sit down with some like minded folks with the hopes of piecing together that one thing that could set you up for life - or start a revolution.

Around 7pm I joined Beach on the roof deck for some Red Stripes. We got some catch up time in before we were joined by Jill, Rebecca, Antony and Darby. We sat around bullshiting until it was time to head downstairs for the show. Rebecca and I cruised into the back to catch most of the set by The Redwalls. Now a lot of people hate on these young kids, but they write some great songs that recall the days before Rod Stewart's quiff went solo. They seem to drop The Faces as much as Beggar's Banquet era Stones. The Redwalls can be a bit tongue and cheek (their ridiculous accents), but for the most part they play good ole fashioned rock and roll.

After a couple of cigarettes and a few too many drinks, we slipped back to the corner for a set by a personal favorite - Shout Out Louds. The crew of top notch monkeys that had assembled included Paul, Beach, lil Beach, Tumblehawk, Builder, Daylen, Rob, Sky, Gigs, Liz, Rory, Denise, Mike, Hawk, Julia, Christie, Xtina, Maggie, Rebecca and me. It was all smiles in the back corner as the five-piece from Stockholm, Sweden worked through the best songs (read: all) from their catalog. Some of the highlights include: "Comeback", "Oh Sweetheart", "Hurry Up Let's Go", "Very Loud" and "100 Degrees". On both nights (Sunday and Monday) they came back out for a three song encore. This band is so fucking adorable. I want to put them in a snow globe and keep it on my desk. Sure it sounds weird, but you know what I mean if you were there.

Rebecca and I met with Jill and Heather at some bar on 2nd Avenue before rolling up to Veselka for a devine midnight snack. The grub set me up for a night of heavy sleeping that was interrupted by the need to update Loose the next morning. Time Warner is still fucking us over so I spent my entire morning sitting in Starbucks. Around 1pm Rebecca and Jill came and pulled me out of that hell. We walked to the Mudtruck to bother Kyle for a bit before heading back to 186 for some drinking and Scatagories. Around 6pm I set off for work at Webster and finished the shift before returning to round two of the Shout Out Louds at Mercury. Nora may have been the only person in the club more excited than me, but she bailed early so I took home the trophy.

A weekend like this gets me nostalgic for college. All the partying and familiar faces gives you a chance to escape from all the bullshit. Thanks to everyonewho was a part of it.

Jesus, this weekend is shaping up to be a marathon. If my past two weekends were lacked in the plans department, this weekend is a healthy bitch slap to remind to embrace those low fuss style of summer days. So many shows. So many BBQ's. So many margaritas. Such a strong lack of funds. Let's not get ahead of ourselves because without Thursday there would be no Friday. Here is a retrace of last night's festivities.

The night began with an appetizer sample plate from Anytime Cafe. This place has quickly become a staple in my weekly routine. This reminds me; I need to cook more. After a couple hours of work, I ran over to the Mercury Lounge to catch a set by the Los Angeles via San Francisco (from what I understand without reading a bio) quartet called Foreign Born. Greg and I had a quick catch up session before I headed to the back to chat up Jaclyn. Eventually Dana (the lover of all things Foreign Born) cruised in and we took up camp in the back corner. Pfef dog joined us as did some other of the regulars for a decent set, (minus the mic problems).

Let me say that since Dana passed their EP along, I haven't given it much attention. Foreign Born isn't the type of music you put on when you're getting ready to go out. It isn't love making music, (or fucking - if you prefer it like that). It isn't rowdy party music either. Though their sound does cater to a mood - think sad. They make some crooning pop, but don't think shoegazer. They remind me of contemporary acts like The National, but they definitely have roots in early U2 (especially some of their guitar work). There were also times where I could hear some Johnny Marr, but I'm not a big fan and don't want to pose. Anyway, their rhythms were also reminiscent of the softer side of the Walkmen albums, but this goes without saying. Check them out as they are sure to become a larger blip on the radar in the coming months.

186 was bustling with activity upon my return. The apartment must have been a steamy 85 degrees, but that comes with a healthy knifer addiction. Dan, Fabian, Kyle and Erin were hanging in the kitchen getting prepped for the Dead Meadow show. As 11pm grew near we packed it in and headed to the Knitting Factory. Due to my apparent handicap, the door girl fucked with us a bit, (karma is a bitch) before letting us into the back room. Stuart from Child Ballads was reading a poem so we ducked back out to the front room for PBR's.

Unfortunately I didn't run into Yalan, but I heard she was getting by without me. Now this is going to be quick because I'm pulling a half day, but Child Ballads were decent. The only reason they won me over was their last song which had amazing layered vocal harmonies and was the only upbeat tune we caught. Then Dead Meadow took the stage and blew my eardrums away. They always impress me, but I was too tired to stick around. After the first 30 minutes, I ducked out and returned home. One quick question to the D.C. trio; what happened to the fourth guy who Fabian aptly pointed out - looks like little Pete from Pete And Pete?

Once again I'm hungover, but another morning dose of espresso has me running on awesome fumes. Before I get to posting about last night there are two hilarious things that happened to me today.

The first involves a coworker in another department. Our arrival coincided this morning. As we walked in the building, he pulled off his headphones and said, "I bet we aren't listening to the same thing." Knowing he had to be right I replied, "I'm certain we aren't," as my iPod was dishing out some Minor Threat. He went on to tell me he was listening to Cher and that for some reason he felt like Ellen Degeneres this morning. This cracked me up beyond belief, but I guess you had to be in the elevator. Until today I had my suspicions, but now its confirmed; my gaydar needs a update.

The second piece of rad involves a link Whitney sent me last night. If you like college football and hip hop, (or hilarious music and society commentary) then check out this list. The list pairs up colleges with hip hop artists and gives a brief description on how they match up. Its a great read. Some of my favorites include:

* Penn State & KRS-One
* Nave & Slick Rick
* Clemson & Ying Yang Twins
* BYU & Mase
* UCLA & LL Cool J
* Michigan State & Ludacris

Holy bulldog there is a lot going on this evening. I'm racking my brain in an effort to come up with a reasonable schedule for tonight, but it doesn't look like I'll be able to hit all the New York options. Here's the rundown:

1. So many of you know about the Gift Of Noise Benefit that was moved from Jersey right into midtown. This evening an amazing bill of local bands come together in support of the Kia Nowotne Fund. To be honest I don't know Kia and neither do most of my friends, but I do have an idea of how much it costs to treat cancer as it's something my family had to do. As you can imagine this shit isn't easy. Help lift some of the burden by support the fund and these bands. Click the flyer for all the relevant info.

2. Happy Birthday Yalan! That's right folks; the head chicken is rocking out in style. She's psyched (pun mildly intended) to attend the Dead Meadow show at the Knitting Factory. Dan and I plan to get down there with just enough time to smoke a fat joint and jam out to some serious stoner rock. Also on the bill is Child Ballads, (x-Fire Eater).

*** Before I go any further: Happy Birthday Cara!

3. As if it was in Cara's honor, LEVY is playing the Pussycat Lounge this evening. Check out some of their tunes: Rotton Love / On the Dance Floor / In the Woods.

4. The Mercury Lounge boasts a killer bill this evening. The four boys of Foreign Born are sure to make some panties drop; (they already have their hooks in one of my friends - so watch out guys). They have an EP out (or its coming out) on Startime records. Gigantic artists' The Cloud Room shares this bill. They are back from their first (inter)national tour where they played along side Benzos.

This isn't tonight, but it is next weekend. It's a FREE party featuring Mobius Band. RSVP is a must and you can bet on it being a shitshow style list so get there early.

I'm so hungover this morning that instead of my morning deli coffee, I ducked into Starbucks to have some fancy pants drink with shots of espresso. This new affection for the evil empire (don't tread on the Mud Truck) can only be attributed to one person: Giggles. She bought my ticket for this ride. My only question is: do they put crack in their drinks? I'm fucking hooked.

Why Am I Hungover - A Three Part Answer.

Last night around 7pm, I rolled over to Pianos to meet Xtina for the Indie Rock School event being held upstairs. As we cruised into the venue, we were flanked by Rosie who was enjoying some grub with Jin, Dave and Mark, (thanks for the beer Mark). We joined the crew and talked some shop when Paul shot through the front door. After a bit of catch up and weekend planning, we headed upstairs where the panel discussion was taking place. We said our hellos to the many familiar faces (thanks Jasper) and took a seat to wait it out. Once the panel kicked off we stood up and tried desperately to hear what the kids were saying. Unfortunately we were in the back of the venue (which was packed) and the tunes from downstairs leaked into the room. After 40 minutes or so, Xtina and I pressed on determined to talk a bit of business.

Naturally, we made our way over to Juanita's Cafe for some strong margaritas. The always overly gracious will was serving us some grub in-between spats with rich bitches who only tip 8%. Who is that cheap? Anyway, Dana showed up for the dinner portion of the evening so we gossiped like high school girls. I'm always willing to turn up the gay in these situations. Not that us straight boys don't gossip, but... wait, why the fuck am I explaining myself? After some unwelcome comments about Dana's new jacket - she love the sparkles - we said farewell and cruised back to 186.

The final installment of my journey to the land of hungover occured at our house. We walked in on a meeting of the minds that included DJ, Jin, Dan, Sky, Chris and the cute as a button Builder. Xtina and I made some Cap't and Cokes before heading to my room to stay out of the way. We sat in the Air Conditioning editing content until they called us out for a session that nearly destroyed me. After some rambling (thanks for listening Josh), it was due time to pass out.

Thanks to my building for denying our request for hot water. I smell great today!

August just started, but school is already in session - well, Indie Rock School. That's right hipsters and wannabe's, tonight is your chance to put names to faces. This evening Pianos is hosting the latest installment of the event put together by Tom of Black Spoons fame. The panel discussion will feature a number of New York bloggers including the amazing Underground Fairy aka Rosie Loose. Other online purveyors you'll see include: Audrey (Melody Nelson), Elliot (Simple Mission), Laura (Modern Age), Jasper (Jenyk), Jenny (Aeki Tuesday) and Sarah (Ultragrrrl). There will also be some panelists from print media and some non-blogger websites, but we don't care about them. We love our bloggers. Go show Rosie some love - she deserves it!

On a side note - I'm crying on the inside.

*** Noah sent me this review of Jason Mraz's new record Mr. A-Z. If you didn't think he was a dickhead before, read what Maxim had to say so you are caught up.

*** Thanks to Tumbleweed we can all fake like we get laid. The whole "smell my fingers" bit has just taken on new meaning. Enjoy!

*** If peeing your pants is cool, consider Fergie Miles Davis! (Thanks Jason)

*** Information on the new Stellastarr* record via Cornerstone:

Remember the instantly catchy "My Coco"? Even if you weren't a fan of the Stellastarr* crew when their debut dropped in '03, it's time to check in with the New York collective. Taking a daring step away from the dancey fun rock of the debut, the forthcoming sophomore release, Harmonies for the Haunted (hitting the streets of September 13th on RCA), is a darker, more mature follow up that looses none of the insatiable appeal of their previous tunes. But you don't have to take my word for it.

I dare you to check out the new single and not get it stuck in your head, (Real / Windows Media).

Have you ever felt like something is out to get you? Maybe a higher power is out to get you for some previous life fuck up? Yeah, I feel like that on a regular basis. Sometimes it would be rad if shit would just go my way, but luck was never my thing. Instead of continuing a Monday morning bitch session, I'll spare you and fill you in on some weekend happenings.

Friday = Gang Fights and Tequila

After another crazy work week, I returned home feeling somewhat triumphant. Around 7pm Noah and Dana stopped to help get the weekend started. We sipped some PBR's and ordered dinner before hitting the streets. Around 10pm we headed down to a roof on Eldridge and Delancey. On our way down Eldridge Street, just after crossing Rivington, some kids shouted at Noah and me. Not paying much attention we just kept walking. About 50 yards from the corner a kid, whose face was covered by a blue bandanna, ran up behind us and slugged Noah in the head. I quickly turned around to find six little hoodlums had flanked us to start some shit. This being the case I quickly put down my to-go margarita, took my glasses off and got ready to fight. After some shouting they told us we were disrespecting them because I had a red bandanna around my wrist. After some more shouting, and the consideration of getting my ass kicked by a pack of teenagers, I took off the bandanna and we pressed on. Fuck those kids. Seriously. Do they think they are crypts? Get real.

Anyway, we cruised up to a roof top to have a couple beers with Rebecca and a bunch of her girlfriends. Andrew joined us as we rolled through the early part of the evening. On our way out, the three guys went to the stoop while the ladies took turns using the bathroom. Fortunately there was a super shady store type place that had a ping-pong table. Andrew and I popped in for a few rounds while we waited. Eventually a few of the girls emerged and the crew headed to Delancey to celebrate Tanya's birthday. Naturally the Delancey was a shitfest. They charged $10 bucks to get on the roof, so everyone slowly peaced out. By midnight Rebecca and I were on our way to my house to drink some Bud's with her friend Alissa. We were joined by Lauren who apparently hates NOFX, (indicated by how she wouldn't stop complaining when the cd was played). After some knifers we parted ways.

I caught up with Noah, Jack, Mark, Tanya, Merrida and some of their friends at Lotus. Minutes later Jack and I decided to head over to Orchard Bar where Sarah and Karen we on the decks. The rest of the night gets a bit blurry, but it did involve a very drunken run in with birthday boy Josh who finally hit legality. Thanks to Josh at Orchard who always seems to take care of us.

Saturday = Brooklyn and Margaritas

Around 2pm my phone rang. I shot out of bed not knowing how long I'd been passed out. Thankfully Josh called to remind me about the Dirty On Purpose instore performance at Sound Fix Records in Brooklyn. Unfortunately I wasn't in time to catch a ride so I took in some of the Yankee game while waiting for Noah and Jack to show up. Around 4pm we took a cab out to Williamsburg for a great set by the North Street band.

I found a spot in the back and enjoyed the set with Lio and Sky. Dirty On Purpose played an interesting mix of their more laid back songs. There was a lot of stage bantar between Joe and his little lady which was quite humorous at times. The band wasn't mic'd up, but they sounded great. The room was a perfect fit. They finished their set with a song I'd never heard before called "Car No Driver". I could instantly tell it was a DJ song (he's written some of my favorites) which prompted me to ask him to compose my life to which he answered, "Yes, I will write the soundtrack to you life." I should be so lucky.

The post show hang ended with Builder and I scoring lobster rolls at some North 6th Street establishment. The rest of the day was filled with a lot of drinking and even more wandering around. I don't know. It was a bit of a bust weekend, but we still managed to have a good time; Dan especially. That boy was shit hammered on Saturday night. On Sunday I had brunch with Dana, cleaned the apartment and did my best to avoid all the work on my to-do list.