Daaaaaaamn, editing videos is a pain in the ass. Even if I am using stock software from a certain giant corporation who will not get a free plug here. All in all, it just means that assholes like us have new ways to record and broadcast our attempts at hooliganism to you in new and exciting ways.
Speaking of hooligans, we got to play a show with our two favorite bands of weirdos: Slick River and Harold’s Trousers. We suggest you examine them thoroughly. I’m talking a full cavity search. Don’t stop till you reach the back of their teeth!
Dempsey’s is a bar & grill which means booze with food. Grill= bar with food and Lounge=bar with couches YaDig? They have not had bands in a while but I think we gave them good enough reason to have bands back more often.
Grandma was sporting a Crooked Numbers shirt. Very fashionable. Yozay gets an “improvement in work is noted” mark on his report card from the Doc. The River was even good enough to get their work captured by me on this here video:
And this one:
And this one:
The Trousers were also great as always and I have their stuff on video but like all nice things…we can’t have them. At least not without editing.
We went on last and played to a minimal crowd which doesn’t really matter much to us. The Trou and the River were there and that’s all we really care about…showing off in front of our friends.
We had the chance to pull a stunt that we had been working on for a month. Since video evidence was not collected, I can say no more. It is well worth the surprise. Though I will say that Mikey Bell and Yozay learned their lesson.
The night ended with Docta Shocka, followed by me driving Craig home while listening to the Jerky Boys on the Southern State. So much for our Rock & Roll Lifestyle right?
I am told that we will have another gig with the same lineup on April 3rd if I’m not mistaken. Keep fucking that chicken right here for updates.
YaDig?
Matt
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Show recap - March 5th at the National Underground in NYC
You like these new toys on the right side of this blog? We do too. They are from our site at Reverbnation…and we get credit for every time you click on them so fondle away kiddies!
Anyways, we are back on proverbial track so to speak. We played two shows so far this month and if you were at either of them…we should recap because chances are you woke up with a hand somewhere you may not want to remember. We’ll start with Friday the 5th.
On the 5th, we were back in NYC at the National Underground. I was checking out their calendar in the afternoon when I realized that Chris Barron from the Spin Doctors was playing the same club…at the same time and we were not on the calendar. I freaked out until I realized that there are two floors and we are just that undistinguished I suppose. Then I was pissed that we would be playing at the same time and that we would miss his set.
Turns out, homeboy needed to take the pizzle and goes to the basement to do so. Holmes claims Barron spilled his beer but I think he’s full of shit. Craig and Blum didn’t notice. Blum was in game mode and was trying to set up.
Me on the other hand, I’m standing outside the pisscan trying to figure out what to say. My initial thought was “Hey, so I gotta know. Did you ever give it to Lois Lane or what?” I kept thinking that anything would be better than what I had used a minute earlier. “Yep, that’s the bathroom. Nope, it’s not in use but if it were we’d drag them out pissing and screaming because that is the rock star treatment you are entitled to.” Looking back, that wasn’t bad. When he emerged, I went with “Hey, so I don’t want to be the guy who corners you outside a bathroom in the basement of a venue, but I guess I am.”
I told him we were playing and what we are called. He vanished to the upstairs venue. We played and played hard. We chased whatever scarf-wearing hipsters that were lingering the hell outta there. We played about 6 songs and were told to stop. I guess when you scream about the Tony Danza and Keep fucking that chicken in between each song only to have the drunkenist people that the club has ever seen join in while humping the floors and walls, some people take offense.
We get done playing and Blum and Craig piss off to catch the train. Me and Holmes are left on the street with Colin in an inebriated state to say the least. The result…carney barking for Chris Barron. You can see some of it here:
Tired+Drunk+Obnoxious+Chris Barron= Instant concert promoters.
The bouncers left their posts after about 30 minutes of this. I guess we did a decent job. We got upwards of 25 people in the door.
After we were done with that (and discussing the best way to market nicotine tampons with a guy on the street kinda like this piss-soaked funnel), we got in the car and drove back home. We later found out that Craig Adams had an interesting time after the show. Video footage of that will be coming shortly.
YaDig?
Matt
Anyways, we are back on proverbial track so to speak. We played two shows so far this month and if you were at either of them…we should recap because chances are you woke up with a hand somewhere you may not want to remember. We’ll start with Friday the 5th.
On the 5th, we were back in NYC at the National Underground. I was checking out their calendar in the afternoon when I realized that Chris Barron from the Spin Doctors was playing the same club…at the same time and we were not on the calendar. I freaked out until I realized that there are two floors and we are just that undistinguished I suppose. Then I was pissed that we would be playing at the same time and that we would miss his set.
Turns out, homeboy needed to take the pizzle and goes to the basement to do so. Holmes claims Barron spilled his beer but I think he’s full of shit. Craig and Blum didn’t notice. Blum was in game mode and was trying to set up.
Me on the other hand, I’m standing outside the pisscan trying to figure out what to say. My initial thought was “Hey, so I gotta know. Did you ever give it to Lois Lane or what?” I kept thinking that anything would be better than what I had used a minute earlier. “Yep, that’s the bathroom. Nope, it’s not in use but if it were we’d drag them out pissing and screaming because that is the rock star treatment you are entitled to.” Looking back, that wasn’t bad. When he emerged, I went with “Hey, so I don’t want to be the guy who corners you outside a bathroom in the basement of a venue, but I guess I am.”
I told him we were playing and what we are called. He vanished to the upstairs venue. We played and played hard. We chased whatever scarf-wearing hipsters that were lingering the hell outta there. We played about 6 songs and were told to stop. I guess when you scream about the Tony Danza and Keep fucking that chicken in between each song only to have the drunkenist people that the club has ever seen join in while humping the floors and walls, some people take offense.
We get done playing and Blum and Craig piss off to catch the train. Me and Holmes are left on the street with Colin in an inebriated state to say the least. The result…carney barking for Chris Barron. You can see some of it here:
Tired+Drunk+Obnoxious+Chris Barron= Instant concert promoters.
The bouncers left their posts after about 30 minutes of this. I guess we did a decent job. We got upwards of 25 people in the door.
After we were done with that (and discussing the best way to market nicotine tampons with a guy on the street kinda like this piss-soaked funnel), we got in the car and drove back home. We later found out that Craig Adams had an interesting time after the show. Video footage of that will be coming shortly.
YaDig?
Matt
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