november 25, 2003
em and lo's book reading
Tuesday night I headed up the street a few blocks to the Bowery Poetry Club to catch a special performance my favorite sex advice columnists (and very dear friends) Emma Taylor and Lorelei Sharkey (aka - Em & Lo).
Before Em & Lo went on, the fabulous Six Piece Nastee took the stage and warmed up the crowd. By the way, four of the six pieces of said nastee are made up by none other Colin (on guitar), Frank (on kit)...
The Fatty on bass...
...and the one and only Seth Miller on vox. (All of the smaller pics that you see here were lifted off of Em & Lo's website.) And yes, they're available for weddings. Make sure to check out their killer set list.
This skit is fucking hilarious. Em & Lo dressed up as flight attendends welcoming the audience to Anal Airways.
Lo demonstrates the optimal 90 degree angle for objects that penetrate deeper than 4" inches into the bum.
Here's Seth's mom and step-dad in the front row. They came to see the band and had no idea what they were in store for. Priceless.
Hahaha.
Audience shot. (Check me getting all hip-hop-hooray in the lower righthand corner).
After the performance, we were treated to the video version of Grant dressing up as a woman for his "I Did it For Science" column.
"I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me so hard."
After the video, Six Piece Nastee retook the stage...
...and cooked up a funk-storm that got the crowd movin'.
Chip, Matt Stone, Seth and Seth's mom (awwwww)!
Sweaty Frank, Emma and a schoolboyish Fatty.
Me and Nina.
Colin "Big Daddy Fat Knut" Gentle on soul-axe.
Seth and Lo.
Me and the Fatty (who's looking super-disco in the photo).
After the gig, we hopped in Seth's fancy Mercedes and headed up towards the Empire State Building for a lil' late night treat. Aw yeah, White Castle! (Seth lives up in Boston where they don't have the WC, so it was worth the pilgrimage).
With a belly fulla greasy C-grade meat, Frank, the Fatty and I decided to call it an early night. Here's Seth giving the international sign for "you're a pussy."
With Frank's drum kit taking up the entire rear half of his car, Fatty and I were forced to share the front seat.