Stubb's despite the hostesses' nasty little attitudes. Chris also went
to use the bathroom and had a Pink Panther moment where he went out
the wrong door and ended up on the stage in the middle of the
Decemberists' sound check. Incredible.
The music we heard in the afternoon wasn't much to speak of. We went
to an afternoon party at Emo's that featured a band of "cool-to-suck"
indie rockers appropriately named Psychodelic Horseshit. Then we saw
Waves, which is a punky guitar/drums duo featuring a lot of
misappropriated youthful angst, but I did appreciate his excessive use
of the words 'pal' and 'boss'. Then back on the inside stage we caught
the tail end of Trash Talk. I would have paid more attention to the
music, but I was distracted by the lead singer's bleeding head and his
constant spitting on stage. They made me feel like my music is
extremely soft rock, and I wants to suck my thumb more than usual.
But last night our music listening experience took a turn for the
better. We went to the Brooklyn Vegan evening party where we saw Those
Darlins, Phosphorescent (who played their entire Willie Nelson tribute
album and were pretty amazing), and Deer Tick. I was also introduced
to a new drink called the Yahtzee which is simply Red Bull and
Bushmill's. Roll the dice baby. Roll the dice.
More to come later today. Along with our final show tonight at Touche.
Yahtzee.
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