And The Band Played On…
Friday I could have gone to poker, but instead hit the lower east side musical circuit.
Seems So Bright was to perform at Rothkos. The lineup includes one Patrick Lavin, graphics magician that works at our sister company Brandname.
Look at him rock that shit. After the slightly technically difficult set, I caught him in all his sweaty magnificence.
I had some time to kill before my next stop so I stayed for the rest of the bands, and damn if I wasn’t glad I did, because I got blown away,
Lucy (the band name as well as their frontlady’s) has a good Yeah Yeah Yeahs like sound. She has to work on the consistency of her vocals, but that will come with more performing. What she needs no practice on is performance, quite mesmorizing, just a presence I could not keep my eyes off.
Lucy, you rock (Oh my god, I'm a... a... groupie).
So I said good bye to Pat and his girl Natalie.
And went off to Fiasco’s last Delancy show of the month, just blocks away, and who do I spot, on their way as well but SaraCat (sp!).
With sexy shoulder and witch pointed shoes.
Rutty Rutkoff and Liz also made the show.
Do you recognize that fiasco rocked?
You better. I mean, you BETTER recognize.
They did. (or did they who can tell these days?).
Post show I had to compliment and snap frontman Grant.
And photographer extraordinaire Siege.
Who has the world’s hottest blog, or so i hear. He advises to be ware of reverse mohawks on nights where you plan to attend the emergency room. (i might pull the reverse hitler on my stash.)
So we left, a big group that only got bigger as we added Thayer.
(obviously pictured later). Check us all out.
Milling about waiting for the executive to get us to the next place. We had to maneuver lots of variables, LA LA living Kevin Cornish was in town, and he had to mobilize his crew… it’s a wonder how the world keeps spinning.
Random on the street sighting of company shirt on Robert Hooman, who freelanced for a bit.
Finally we settled on a not crowded unknown bar.
Leah and I conversed over the blog,
and sure enough, here is my allusion to that conversation.
A picture with me in it that I did not take. Imagine that.
It could be misconstrued that kev and claire were kissing in this shot.
but they were not.
I like the cut of his jib. Or so some random quoted, and Aaron demanded it be included in the post.
We were so we hit San Loco for some delicious Guaco Tacos.
For the last call action.
To end the goings out happy and extra full.
Phew! That was a fucking night. And quite a post. I’m done.
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