Weekend Of Tough Decisions
Note: This was written Monday evening and I know it seems a bit daft to be recalling the weekend on a Wednesday but Blogger has been having maintenance issues and I still can't upload the pics I want. So here it is sans pics, and when I get it this damn thing to work, I'll throw them up there.
Note (3/16/06, 9:31pm): Pics are up, busters.
Err. One Tough decision.
Joggers one tough decision was which sax to rip shit up with.
Saturday night I told Joggers bassist Darrell Bourque that I don't take any decision lightly. If anything, I take every decision too heavily. Yes, it is well documented that I am suffer from chronic indecisiveness. So in the confines of a cramped Bottom of the Hill, I had to decide, do I buy a Joggers shirt (American Apparel, I'll have you know) or buy approximately 3.75 more PBRs? Having already had 2.75 PBRs at the venue, I opted on the shirt for three reasons. First, Bourque mentioned that he would understand if I chose to go with more beer (to which I noted that if he started putting the cost of the shirt in units of beer, he would lose) which is admirable. Secondly, Joggers brought it harder than I could have imagined. Voxtrot is alright but I'd never want them to have my back in a brawl (and Kiss Me Deadly was fairly insufferable, it was either the Oops! I Did It Again red spacesuit or the fact that they were from Montreal and not absolutely mindblowing). Seriously, can we get these Jogger fellas a headlining gig around these parts?
Friday was slightly less brain-wracking. The Pink Mountaintops almost surpassed the high bar set from the last time I saw Black Mountain. But trust me, that's pretty fucking high. Steve McBean and Co. effortlessly cruised through a weird mix of songs, vintage McBean and a good amount of cuts from their new full length Axis of Evol. Mcbean was as beard-y as ever. That's a surefire sign that there's some rock going on and/or your recycling is being rifled through.
McBean: Officially changed his name to Beardy McNoshowers.
Then the end of the weekend belonged to the fresh faced popsters The Spinto Band. They were crashing at Mary B's place for the weekend in preparation to start their tour with The Arctic Monkeys. They are the anti-McBean, but just as endearing, if not more. After an afternoon show at Amoeba in which they acoustically quirkified their hits from Nice and Nicely Done and shot out Berkley for her hospitality, they absolutely blew up Cafe Du Nord and shot out Rosenberg for lending them his amp. All I could think: I'm famous by association. I met a few of them when Berkley started teasing me for being shy, and they seemed like really good dudes. Minipop was along for the bubblegummed ride, and I found myself trudging home at 1:30am with a serious craving for a slice of Mythic Pizza and a Squirt (unsuccessful) and a long listen to ELO's Out of the Blue (very successful). And when I finally hit the hay at around 3am, all I could think about is how my life would have been different if I had chosen the 3.75 pints of room temperature swill beer. No regrets, great weekend.
Spintos: Least threatening dudes out there, even more than my sissy crew.
Joggers: http://thejoggers.com
Voxtrot: http://www.voxtrot.net
The Pink Mountaintops: http://www.jerkwithabomb.com
The Spinto Band: http://www.crackerbox.net/audio/spintoband/
Note (3/16/06, 9:31pm): Pics are up, busters.
Err. One Tough decision.
Joggers one tough decision was which sax to rip shit up with.
Saturday night I told Joggers bassist Darrell Bourque that I don't take any decision lightly. If anything, I take every decision too heavily. Yes, it is well documented that I am suffer from chronic indecisiveness. So in the confines of a cramped Bottom of the Hill, I had to decide, do I buy a Joggers shirt (American Apparel, I'll have you know) or buy approximately 3.75 more PBRs? Having already had 2.75 PBRs at the venue, I opted on the shirt for three reasons. First, Bourque mentioned that he would understand if I chose to go with more beer (to which I noted that if he started putting the cost of the shirt in units of beer, he would lose) which is admirable. Secondly, Joggers brought it harder than I could have imagined. Voxtrot is alright but I'd never want them to have my back in a brawl (and Kiss Me Deadly was fairly insufferable, it was either the Oops! I Did It Again red spacesuit or the fact that they were from Montreal and not absolutely mindblowing). Seriously, can we get these Jogger fellas a headlining gig around these parts?
Friday was slightly less brain-wracking. The Pink Mountaintops almost surpassed the high bar set from the last time I saw Black Mountain. But trust me, that's pretty fucking high. Steve McBean and Co. effortlessly cruised through a weird mix of songs, vintage McBean and a good amount of cuts from their new full length Axis of Evol. Mcbean was as beard-y as ever. That's a surefire sign that there's some rock going on and/or your recycling is being rifled through.
McBean: Officially changed his name to Beardy McNoshowers.
Then the end of the weekend belonged to the fresh faced popsters The Spinto Band. They were crashing at Mary B's place for the weekend in preparation to start their tour with The Arctic Monkeys. They are the anti-McBean, but just as endearing, if not more. After an afternoon show at Amoeba in which they acoustically quirkified their hits from Nice and Nicely Done and shot out Berkley for her hospitality, they absolutely blew up Cafe Du Nord and shot out Rosenberg for lending them his amp. All I could think: I'm famous by association. I met a few of them when Berkley started teasing me for being shy, and they seemed like really good dudes. Minipop was along for the bubblegummed ride, and I found myself trudging home at 1:30am with a serious craving for a slice of Mythic Pizza and a Squirt (unsuccessful) and a long listen to ELO's Out of the Blue (very successful). And when I finally hit the hay at around 3am, all I could think about is how my life would have been different if I had chosen the 3.75 pints of room temperature swill beer. No regrets, great weekend.
Spintos: Least threatening dudes out there, even more than my sissy crew.
Joggers: http://thejoggers.com
Voxtrot: http://www.voxtrot.net
The Pink Mountaintops: http://www.jerkwithabomb.com
The Spinto Band: http://www.crackerbox.net/audio/spintoband/
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