Category: nightlife

You know (Madness/Aggrolites)

    I don’t even care that it’s almost six on a Friday evening and I probably have another hour or two at work.

That’s how good that Madness show was on Wednesday.   It was so good that even my shit job doesn’t seem so bad, and nothing can put me in a bad mood.

In fact, the only way I could be happier is if I got a good phone call tonight or tomorrow.

But seriously, that show went off.   I can’t even begin to describe how good it was to you.   I wouldn’t know where to start.  All I know is, when they broke into “House of Fun,” I nearly peed myself.   I was jumping around like an idiot in the pit in a way too nice dress for such behavior, and I nearly passed out, and I didn’t even care.    Hot damn that was good times.    Two feet away from Madness.   And The Aggrolites opened.   They were the poo, as usual.

If you don’t know who The Aggrolites are, you need to find out.

If you don’t know who Madness is, I’m ashamed to know you.   Get yourself to the nearest record store (CD store, whatever we’re calling it now) and find out.

I’m set for life now.

Current mood:  chipper

Playlist:  Shame & Scandal
By Madness
Release date: 23 August, 2005

Maybe I should explain

Why it says I’m in a nauseated mood on the last post with the Go Jimmy Go show. The two things are completely unrelated. How could I be nauseated thinking about my favorite band/best friends coming back into town and playing what will probably be one of the best shows of my life with local greatness, The Uptones and The Struts? It’s impossible. It’s just that I was at work today, and having continued my pattern of sleep, or not sleeping actually, I was feeling pretty assy. So, of course, I’m giddy as all hell that GJG is going to be in town shortly. Also, despite the sleep I didn’t get, it was a great weekend. A little Warsaw, a little King Django (who is nice as hell in addition to rocking), and some quality time with a sniper at a Denny’s in Vacaville. It just doesn’t get any better than that, truly. I came home from work today and crashed hard, though. Slept two hours, and hopefully in a couple more hours, I’ll go back to bed and sleep very well through the night. So, in order to maintain good kharma, but more so because I love you all so much, I want to wish you all the sweetest dreams.

Current Mood – Chipper

Playlist –Playtime
By: David Hillyard & the Rocksteady Seven
Release date: 30 March, 1999

spread the word

I have a lot of friends that are in bands.   Someone once said to me that musicians in San Francisco are like actors in Los Angeles;  if you lived in LA, everyone you knew would be in an actor and if you live in the Bay Area, just about everyone is a musician.  Plus, once you know one person in a band, then they start to multiply like bunnies.

A lot of my friends in the area have been having a problem with this one particular “promoter,” and it kills me to see.   I know how much time, effort, and finances they put into getting their shows together.   To see them get shafted by a promoter breaks my heart.   To see a band travel three hours to play a show in Berkeley, and get nothing, not even get $40 bucks to throw in the gas tank, is disgusting.

So, I’m posting this here: http//www.myspace.com/boycottsavage

If you’re a music fan or musician in the bay area, you should check it out, because ignorance is no excuse.

This person has infected one of my favorite places, Blake’s on Telegraph, and until she’s gone from there, it’ll break my heart, but I won’t be going to shows there.

I will be attending an awesome show in Berkeley at Ashkenaz on August 18:
Go Jimmy Go
Deals Gone Bad
The Uptones

Ashkenaz is a great place to see shows as it is always all ages and they serve Red Stripe.   I hope to see some of you there.  I know Miami will be in the front row with me, cutting it up.

Thanks for your attention.

Simple Pleasures

This is going to be an ode to my new joy, the tale of discovery of the latest, very bestest way to unwind from those rough days, and even rougher weeks. And I have been having those days and weeks. It’s long, it’s drawn out, and I can’t find my way in to bed before one in the morning, and yet, I’m still getting up before seven. I should say, I’m supposed to get up before seven. It’s not really working that way. So, I stumble out of bed at just too late to catch a shower. And so, I’ve become the shower in the evening girl, or the shower at one in the morning girl. (There’s this whole side issue about that, about the frizzy, freaky hair, which we won’t go into, because it’s much to rant, and this is meant to be a rave.) So, point being, I can reconcile going in to work without taking a shower, but I can’t go a whole day without one.

So, Michelle took pity on me this evening when my original plan had fallen apart. I didn’t want to go to San Jose to see The Mits without a co-pilot, and well, the wing woman and her steward were grounded. I whimpered to Michelle, and got invited to the movies with her and her husband. (Why do I have so few single friends?) They are, of course, normal, and were ready to call it an evening at midnight on a Friday when they had gotten up early and worked all day. I on the other day am far more masochistic, but not that creative. The best I could come up with after I left them was to stop by the grocery store and pick up a six pack.

I got home, cracked a Red Stripe, fired up the laptop, hit play on the Sex and the City DVD, and sat down to do some blogging. I don’t know if I was more inspired by the show or by the beer. That is when I remembered the morning, the falling out of bed, and in to the first pair of pants I laid my hands on in the fluid motion that led me out the door and in to work. I realized that I need to take at least one shower between episodes of sleep, or risk becoming an unwashed, hippy chick, walking San Francisco stereotype.

Now, I’m not claiming to be some kind of innovator. It’s been done before, and will inevitably continue to be done, especially by myself. I don’t know how the idea came to me, but I’m glad it did. As I hopped up, snatched my towel, and headed to it, without much thought, I stumbled upon a most wonderful thing.

A scooped up my towel and Red Stripe, and skipped to the loo.

I must sing its praises. It is exquisite. It is simplicity. It is perfection. It is Beer in the Shower.

The only question is, what will I do once I get back into a more reasonable pattern of showering before I go to work?

Shoot the DJ

Okay, why are the people next door having a rave in their apartment on a Sunday night? First I come home, and there’s no parking on the street, so I park in the driveway, but since my roommates aren’t home yet, there’s a real chance that I’ll get blocked in, which sucks. Then I come up to my room, and all I want to do is check my email, and go to bed, but that’s when I hear the really freaking loud techno music coming from the wall I share with the neighbor! Awesome. It’s a freaking Sunday!!! I could deal if it was a Saturday, and I didn’t have to work tomorrow, but what the hell? It stopped for a minute. I thought they were finally done. Now they’re at it again. Who are these freaks?

Just got in.

Can I tell you how much The Aggrolites rule? They rule more than the pirates, that’s how much. It doesn’t matter how big the club or how small the bar, those guys put it on. I don’t know why I bothered spending all that time doing my hair before the show, though. I mean, Aggrolites shows always turn into saunas, anyway. I’m sporting a head of curls right now. Gosh I dig that band. That’s why I’m going to see them again tomorrow. There’s going to be so many people at that show, too. I’m completely looking forward to it.

You know what I’m really looking forward to, though, is a new Los Hooligans CD. There’s a track off their new album on this sampler I just got, and it’s amazing. I can’t wait for a whole new CD of that.

What can I say? I love me some ska and reggae.