This should be read (Esp. by Ty Winter)
Good Morrow, Weblings
I just had to give y'all an update because something quite amazing happened last night.
Myself, John, Tony, and Gary went down to Dekalb, Illinois. After being lost for a good half hour we reached the downtown district. After reaching the downtown district we found our way to the House Cafe. That's where this story really begins.
Foxy Shazam, Dr. Manhattan, The A.K.A.S., and some shitty band that was playing their last show.
I've never, EVER been to a show that brought so much energy. That coupled with just the general friendliness of everyone there made it the single most greatest concert experience that I've had to date.
We walked in about a half hour late on the set of "The Bachelor Party Weekend" who, in between songs, would tell us that it was their last show and remind us that the lead singer had shirts that he forgot. Whoop-de-doo.
Then D-man took the stage. Holy fuck I love those boys. Non-stop energy. The crowd was receptive of their presence, and they gave back any excitement that we threw at them. They closed their set with a 5-7 minute instrumental (if I had to guess), where the band donned thick rimmed glasses, no lenses, with LED flashlights taped the sides. The house lights were dimmed and they took out all the stops. I can't wait to see these guys again.
The A.K.A.S. were really good. Gary tells me that the drums were the best part, but I wasn't really paying attention. They're like if British and American Punk Rock had a child. My attention was kind of all over the place at that point, and I feel really bad about it. I had about 3-4 beers in me within about 20 minutes and was scoping the crowd to see who we had to deal with for Foxy. I'll get their CD, though. And I'll hold it dear to my heart.
Foxy Shazam. I always knew there was something special about that boy; the way he stuck his hand out the window and flew it like an aero-plane. If I didn't love it for being able to be right up on stage next to Schuyler, or for the fact that Eric "Bel-Aired" all of us, or that John was getting eye fucked by Daisy all night (he's a dude), then I loved it just for the fact that I got to see one of the bands on my "See Before I Die" list. I honest to god have never been so sweaty or "Show high" after a set. I'm still reeling from it.
Maybe not a very concise show review, but if you were there I don't think you could do much better.
I just had to give y'all an update because something quite amazing happened last night.
Myself, John, Tony, and Gary went down to Dekalb, Illinois. After being lost for a good half hour we reached the downtown district. After reaching the downtown district we found our way to the House Cafe. That's where this story really begins.
Foxy Shazam, Dr. Manhattan, The A.K.A.S., and some shitty band that was playing their last show.
I've never, EVER been to a show that brought so much energy. That coupled with just the general friendliness of everyone there made it the single most greatest concert experience that I've had to date.
We walked in about a half hour late on the set of "The Bachelor Party Weekend" who, in between songs, would tell us that it was their last show and remind us that the lead singer had shirts that he forgot. Whoop-de-doo.
Then D-man took the stage. Holy fuck I love those boys. Non-stop energy. The crowd was receptive of their presence, and they gave back any excitement that we threw at them. They closed their set with a 5-7 minute instrumental (if I had to guess), where the band donned thick rimmed glasses, no lenses, with LED flashlights taped the sides. The house lights were dimmed and they took out all the stops. I can't wait to see these guys again.
The A.K.A.S. were really good. Gary tells me that the drums were the best part, but I wasn't really paying attention. They're like if British and American Punk Rock had a child. My attention was kind of all over the place at that point, and I feel really bad about it. I had about 3-4 beers in me within about 20 minutes and was scoping the crowd to see who we had to deal with for Foxy. I'll get their CD, though. And I'll hold it dear to my heart.
Foxy Shazam. I always knew there was something special about that boy; the way he stuck his hand out the window and flew it like an aero-plane. If I didn't love it for being able to be right up on stage next to Schuyler, or for the fact that Eric "Bel-Aired" all of us, or that John was getting eye fucked by Daisy all night (he's a dude), then I loved it just for the fact that I got to see one of the bands on my "See Before I Die" list. I honest to god have never been so sweaty or "Show high" after a set. I'm still reeling from it.
Maybe not a very concise show review, but if you were there I don't think you could do much better.