Last night started with a lychee martini from Verlaine and ended in the house of jealous lovers.
rather than recounting the two delicious martinis, I'll get to the spectacles.
Stop #2: Pianos. Free Living Things show sponsored by Spin Mag.
So, after getting interviewed by Music Choice (that little digital cable entity that has over 10 music channels in every genre seen at Virgin) and finding out that the bar ran out of free Newcastle an hour before the open bar was
SUPPOSED to end (BOOOOOOO!), I nearly cut off the Living Things on their way to the stage. Living things indeed. They had this
Lion's head above the stage. Since the album is called "Ahead of the Lions", I guess it's the best prop they could get. I would have much rather seen a live one bringing Lillian on stage.
Lillian made me question "whatever happened to the Darkness?" before he sang a note. Gimmicky? Yes. Robert Plant? Maybe. But outside of the way he looked, the closest band I could compare them to was MC5. The best part was that these guys are supposedly
brothers. They shocked me. I won't lie...I was there because of the free beer (that ran out too freakin' soon!) but they kept me there. Check out their
site. oh, and they have a political slant too...but doesn't everyone these days?
Stop #4: Crash Mansion
Here's a place where I wouldn't willingly go any night of the week. You have to drag me there, offer me free drinks, or stick an awesome band that could (and has) easily sell out Roseland in such a small space. Here's why: 1. the place
SUCKS! Ask the two bitches working behind the bar for a glass of water, and they roll their big blues at you. Here's a tip ladies: put away the push up bra (you've got nothing to push up anyhow!) and go somewhere that doesn't charge me 6 bucks for a freaking bud lite and
maybe I'll
think about buying a drink from you. 2. The people
SUCK! You've got sluts like
this breathing my air. Plus
Peaches over here decides to top off the outfit with some left over
fabric! And don't get me started on
"cloud clueless" over here. It looks like she unstuffed her Barbie dreamboat bed set pillows and stepped on inside!
But...i digress. We were here to see
The Rapture.
And instead...we had to sit through these
flip heads: the bumble fucker sunshine band or some shit. Not a name worth knowing, I'll tell you that. The only way to get through the
lead "singer" screaming out "Hello Tae Kwan Do City" in his best "I will get the
SHIT kicked out of me if I even stepped foot in Bed-Stuy" Bed-Stuy-wannabe-accent, was to try and take a nap on the "golf arcade game" (and if a bar has a golf arcade game, you know it's gotta be B&T-ville) until the bouncer woke me up. It was just in time too...'cause finally the bleeding stopped from my ears and The Rapture was on next.
Oh....My....God. I'm so glad that I decided to go to this show. yea, it was late, and yea, I'm so freaking TIRED right now...but they put on such a great show! so energetic! What you hear about these guys is true.
Mattystarted off the show behind the keyboards. New shit! I can't wait 'till it comes out.
Luke took over and
wailed his heart out. These guys kept the energy that you thought (or at least I thought) you could only achieve on record. They brought it live and made it even better! Only a few bands I could say can do that. After a much needed
mint water break, these guys broke into "House of Jealous Lovers", and holy! did I crap in my pants? I think I just did! it was better than I imagined it to sound live while dancing naked around my apartment...ok...so you didn't need to know that...but it was that good. and it was a great end to my night that ended late. so if you see me asleep on the L today and headed way past fantasyland into Canarsie, just give me a little tap on the shoulder so I can get my knife ready.
