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Bonde do RolêWe 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 TIt 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 thoughtful...um 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.
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.
