Monday, September 24, 2007

Mystery Jets

Mystery Jets

I'm really not digging this new venue, but Mystery Jets make my life. So great! However, I cannot believe they played without Henry. What is the point of being a dad band and not bringing dad along? Keith Murray stood in as step dad for one song, although I'm pretty sure they didn't even invite his drunk ass on stage, he just crawled up there. Tonight, they're playing Joe's pub.

Mystery Jets

Friday, September 21, 2007

Bulgarian Chicks

Alec Kopyt and Eugene Hütz at Mehanata

Alec Kopyt and Eugene Hütz performed an extremely intimate show at Bulgarian Bar last night. Eugene played DJ the rest of the night/morning...and by DJ, I mean he had an orgy in the DJ booth while playing Super Taranta! on repeat. The hundreds of sweating bodies crammed into the basement didn't seem to mind.

Alec Kopyt and Eugene Hütz at Mehanata

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Over This

Bonde do Rolê

We all saw Bonde do Rolê back in April at Studio B and thought they were the shit and a half. Their return to Brooklyn was greatly anticipated and by far one of the biggest disappointments this year. These kids are clearly over their nightly American Apparel ad of a show. They still bring a ton of energy, but their vibe is negative where it once was carefree and fun. We left early. This was also my first visit to the brand spanking new Music Hall of Williamsburg (formerly Northsix). So wow, they did a lot of work on this place. Now all it needs is better music, cheaper drinks, and a crowd that doesn't shop at the Gap. A music venue cannot be built on cement and leather couches alone.


Jamie T

It should be evident by now that my opinion of Jamie T is completely biased. Needless to say, I had a ball at his show and was pleased as punch he came to our half cancelled after party (don't ask). The kid's alright. He even apologized to me onstage for accidentally elbowing me in the eye. How yeah. Thursday was overall a weird day. I had a lot of stress and with one drink, it was all relieved in the form of verbal diarrhea. On that note, I should just stop typing. OK? OK.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Black Eyes

I just finished unpacking yesterday hence no blog. Last night, Jamie T elbowed me in the face. He beats up girls before every show for shits and giggles. The man is out of control! It's the second time I've been elbowed in the face this week. I didn't get a black eye which sucks because it hurts to get elbowed in the face and I have no proof of my pain. I do, however, have more bruises than an old banana on my arms and legs thanks to running down North 6th in heels at 3am and falling once, twice, three times a lady. I'm trying to normalize. Bare with me. Or bear with me.

Monday, September 3, 2007

Sunday, September 2, 2007