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"I was Changed By Rock and Roll"

Musings on shows and introspective resolution. Yeah right.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Partying like a rock star

So this'll be a quick one.

Last night I hung with Evan from Steel Train, who took me to a bar called Black and White that apparently is the indie hang.

We listened to Bohemian Rhapsody and Should I Stay Or Should I Go.

Members of many smallish-time (but major-touring) bands were there.

I was outside when I felt something wet. I looked up and a woman in her 60's was yelling for us to be quiet while she poured water on us from the fire escape. She drenched some poor girl. It may be the funniest thing I've seen in a long time.

We went for pizza with some friends of Evan, including this big dude who I later found out is in Cobra Starship and Gym Class Heroes. And though you may not know who they are, I promise you that hot, hot 16-year-old you saw on Venice does. And would take her shirt off to meet him.

But me? With him, I just partied like a rock star. I didn't drink, I didn't smoke, I didn't sniff.

No, to party like a rock star I ate pizza and discussed video production. But that works, right?

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Mark Ibold is a Bartender

...and that's not a dis. Just go visit Jones in Manhattan. The former bassist for Pavement (and current bassist for Sonic Youth) will serve you a drink. Extra points if you are embarrassingly wearing a shirt that says "Thurston Moore In Training." And don't realize it.

Nice guy, though. And good Hefeweisen. Think I'm going to give him the City Museum disk today.

This year's ACL Rundown:

Definitely the most personally insignificant ACL in memory. No nudity (at all.) No barfights. No hanging with rockstars at Magnolia's at 4am. Just me, Mitch, and some great music. Highlights:

The Polyphonic Spree late night. Hung with Andy A, their publicist, and they came out in fatigues instead of robes. Chatted up a very cute girl at the bar, had a few beers, they played "Lithium," I yelled like I was seeing Nirvana again. "Light and Day" twice in a row. Cathartic.

Sufjan Stevens, late night: Whoa. We only made the second half of the show, but it was outstanding. The singer/songwriter -- who I was never a fan of -- and his 20-something piece band all with angel/butterfly wings on singing songs that lull and sway and echo. Timeless. I'll revisit "Illonise" when I get back home.

Raconteurs: I wasn't floored when I saw them earlier this year, but what a difference 20,000 people make. Jack sounded better than ever, hitting impossible notes as he stood face to face with brendon, making huge rock moves and singing a version of Sonny Bono's "Bang Bang" that would kill a lesser man in a tragic ski accident...too soon? Pix below.

TV On the Radio: The new album's SO good. Can't wait to see it in a club. Most crowded photo pit I've ever seen.

Flaming Lips: I don't give a shit how many times I've seen them: When they unleash the confetti and Wayne smiles that bright, shining smile, it's transcendant. I want to be Wayne Coyne when I grow up.

Backstage Access: I'm a spoiled little shithead at this point. I don't know if I could do a huge festie (save Coachella) without it. And not for the vips -- for a spot to sit.

Rain: God it feels good sometimes.

Did I mention Mark Ibold is a bartender in NYC? And I went into his bar randomly? How fucked up is that?

Oh, and I'm listining to "The Information." But it's my first time, so I can't tell you how it is yet. Don't ask.

Oh, and I applied for a full time job in NYC.

Oh, and I also applied to ghost write Flava Flav's new book.

Oh, and...