On Friday I went to go see Razor and Chrissy play this place called Pete's Candy Store in Williamsburg. The place is pretty sweet -- all sort of decaying wood and lots of twisty little passages, not unlike the venerable and long-deceased Coney Island High. Unfortunately, I got there a little bit late and thus had to stand in the back of the room (which, as Bill pointed out, looks a fuck of a lot like a converted subway car) with a bunch of sweaty hipster dorkuses. They played a good set, though, and we hung out afterwards in this nice little courtyard out back. Chris and Bill were supposed to come to the Dickies show with me at 12:15, but they punked out, so to speak, so I left with Sarah J. and hooked the L to the 6 to the Continental.
The Dickies were fantastic! By the time I got to the Continental, they were already on stage playing their first song, and the ATM next to the club was out of cash, so I had to make a run around the block to get some cash to get in. The club was packed -- kind of a surprise -- and there was no way I was getting anywhere near the stage, especially carrying my backpack, so I wedged myself in about halfway down, and I think I got a pretty good view of things. Maybe it was just that I'd forgotten to bring my earplugs, but the band sounded tighter and better than I think I've ever seen them. Leonard looked worse than when I saw them at the Ramones thing at Irving Plaza, but he seemed to be a bit more tuned in. The on-stage banter was in top (or worst, depending on one's taste) form. An excerpt, presented here for your enjoyment:
Leonard: You know, Stan here has got to be the best Hispanic guitarist in all of punk rock. No kidding. Hell, he might just be the best bisexual Hispanic guitarist in all of punk rock. No, no, no, Stan's gotta be the best bisexual Hispanic muslim guitarist in all of punk rock.(You might remember this lead-in from an earlier 'blog entry, but this time it was different:)
Stan: Alright, let me tell you people something. You guys know that band Red Hot Chili Peppers? Well, back in 1981, Leonard sucked that guy Anthony Keatis' dick! Plus, he lives with his momma, and he voted for Bush!Here's their set list, or at least as close an approximation as I can muster:
Leonard: I got three things to say to you. One, sounds like someone's got a problem accepting a compliment. Two, [can't remember]. And three -- Bush won, people! (Cackling, he throws up the sig heil amid boos and catcalls.) Alright, this next song is so old... [How old is it?] I said, this song is so old... [How old is it?!] This song is so old, this dirty old liberal Jew (points at Stan) wrote it! (The song is 'Give It Back')
- See My Way
- Nights in White Satin
- Tricia Toyota
- Waterslide
- Give It Back
- I've Got a Splitting Hedachi
- Got It At The Store
- Paranoid
- Doggie Doo
- Going Homo
- You Drive Me Ape
- My Pop The Cop
- Curb Job
- Gigantor
- Eve of Destruction
- Banana Splits
Then on Saturday I threw a little barbecue party in the park. I guess I figured it was going to be easier than it ended up being, 'cuz I planned the party for 4:00 but didn't start buying shit for it 'til 3:00, and I also ended up having to shop frantically for a grill, since the gloom-and-doom weather reports didn't seem to keep anybody away, and all the public grills were taken. So I was pretty beat by the time people actually started showing up, but I got a lot of help actually making the food, and people brought drinks, and it was a lot of fun. Ultimately around twelve people showed up, which was more than I expected, and it would have been fourteen had Razor and C-Lo not gotten lost in the wilds of Brooklyn.
On the way home with Tom from the park, this bartender from the 12th St. B & G popped out the door and asked Tom if he'd sell him the whiffleball set he was carrying, which was a little weird. Tom ended up agreeing to rent it to him in return for a round of drinks. We got some G&Ts and then ate some pizza at Smiling, which was real tasty but gave me weird dreams because I hit the sack as soon as I got back from hooking T up with a car service car.
For brunch on Sunday my parents and I went over to the Carroll Gardens apartment of this girl who's the daughter of an old co-worker of my mom's and whom I've known practically forever. Former Headliners may remember her as the hot 'n' sarcastic girl who came to our Continental show in '01. Anyway, she basically made this entire brunch on her own for us and it was delicious -- we ate in the little patio area of her apartment that had a really nice little vegetable garden in one half of it, and talked about a number of fascinating things. Apparently Carroll Gardens is full of dirty racist dagos.
When I got back to home base, Mer'd moved most of her stuff out, which was pretty sad to see. I was planning to rock out with Applebeast / Bloodweiser, but apparently Ted broke some crucial part of his axe, so that's on hold. I moved a bunch of furniture around and converted our old bedroom into my new personal zone with the desk from the study.
I went to Manhattan in the evening and my parents took me out to this great Indian place called Banjara, but my appetite just wasn't there and every muscle in my body was killing me from carrying all the shit to the barbecue, so I didn't eat much (though I've got the leftovers at work today). The 'rents got me a new frying pan, a water pic, and my sister's remaindered copy of Harry Potter and the Artist Formerly Known as Voldermort, which I'm actually kind of looking forward to reading.
The kitten got picked up today by my boss's wife to go get his nards detached. Hopefully he won't be such a dick by the time he gets back.
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