december 17, 2004
fiasco's first show at the delancey
So as some of you may remember, back in October of 2004 I traveled from San Francisco to NYC to see FiASCO's first show (the super-band made up of Grant Stoddard, Dave Fateman (who you all probably better know as "The Fatty"), Amanda Berkowitz and Frank Picarazzi) but the venue got shut down less than 24 hours before the show and they didn't end up playing. Fast forward six weeks and I'm back living in NYC and was therefore on hand to witness FiASCO's legendary first performance.
You can listen to a few of Fiasco's songs on their MySpace profile (make sure to add them as your friend). If you like what you hear, come to their next show: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 10pm at Rare in NYC (416 West 14 Street (between 9th Ave & Washington Street).
Meredith and I arrived at The Delancey a little early so we could have a few drinks and catch up with some peeps (Like David "Capt. Creepy" Kreitman, see here peeking into the picture to recreate one of his most creepy photo moments from my going away party last summer).
Kristie Damell, Bev Chase and Matt Schneider (they got married!)
Siege, who's my favorite photographer in the world, was on hand to give my camera sultry, squinty looks.
Speaking of photographers I love, Ellen Stagg (and her huge boobs) were all there as well.
Grant chatting with Brian C. and the Mark Bibbins (The Notorious B.I.B.)
Emily squats down to closer inspect Grant's "rock socks."
Grant and company decided to get "glammed" up for the first show. By the second show, they'd decided to call it quits with the make up. Mostly because I think Grant realized that when he's made up he looks like a tranny-version of his super-hot (Lindsay Lohan lookalike) sister, Gemma.
Grant + Gemma = Comedy Gold!
Here's what Grant thinks of me. Hahah.
Fatty, on the other hand, should wear eyeliner every day!
Same goes for Frank! (Don't worry Grant, all it takes is a little bit of mascara to make me look like a scary tranny-version of my mom).
Meredith surveys the now-abuzz crowd as FiASCO prepares to take the stage.
Crowd Shot.
Fiasco hit the stage like a bizzomb.
Before you check out the rest of the pics, you should watch Fiasco's one and only music video! It's for a song called Those Feelings and Nina's friend Caleb edited together hundreds of hours of footage from Manhattan Public Access TV Show The Robin Byrd Show to make it happen. It, in a word, is incredible. Enjoy!
Check out the Fatty pulling out the disco smile for Siege's camera! Cha-ching!
Another rock shot.
Rock shot (this time with a flash!)
Ok, one more for good measure...and now I'll cut to the crowd's reaction...
Bam! Nina and Meredith react to having their loins rocked.
DKNY gives the Grizz a hug.
Me and Vin. (Boy! Everyone's got a website these days!)
Frank and Andy Fateman (The Fatty's little brother!)
Andy does his version of the expression that Fatty pulls in almost every picture taken of him (Andy loves to tell the story about how Dave ruined his wedding photo album by making this face in every picture taken of him...even in the group pics. Hahahaha).
Meredith and Emily.
Amanda breaking down her gear.
Yes, I know that despite being in the band this is the first picture you're seeing of her! She was all the way on the other side of the stage and it was so crowded during the show I didn't get to go to the other side where I could get any good pics of her!
Fatty pulls his famous "Don't I look just like JFK Jr?" face.
Scott Treude of Fireworks Go Up!
Sascha (the guy producing Fiasco's demo) and a ladyfriend.
I think these two are friends of Sascha's (I only took this pic because Grant and I both had a crush on the hot Welsh girl in the middle).
Oh my!
Emily, Amy K. and Meredith white-clad disco2000 ass.
If you ever see me fixing you with my smoldering sex-stare, it probably means that you're about to get...
...an unsolicited nipple in your face. (Check out Amy K. diving out of the way to avoid my nipple. Hahaha.)
Only because her nipples wanted all the attention. (Hahaha. Amy look at the look you're giving me out of only ONE eye. Hahahaha).
Having my big camera with me usually means one thing: Portrait time! Here's Emily's serious "fuck you I'm from Jersey" look.
Amy. Hahaha.
Amanda and Meredith.
Fatty always has girlfriends that last about 4-6 weeks each. If we get to meet them at all, it's usually just in passing and only serves so that we can think up a nickname for them that we can later use to distinguish them from the others when he inevitably breaks up and wants to talk about them. Here he is with a girl that we dubbed either "Sparkleboots" or "Gee-Ritty" (I'm not even sure which one!). Any hot ladies out there in the NYC area that think they can tame the hunk-a-hunk of burning Fatty, email me and I'll hook it up, yo. (Sorry, ladies! As of the summer of 2008, The Fatty is engaged and off the market!)
After the show, we headed up Ave B to Lucy's for some drinks.
Te-kill-ya.
Check out Lucy, the lady the place is named for laughing at clapping at Grant's post-tequila grimace.
She reminds me of my grandma - except drunk!
Aerial view of Emily drinking her beer.
Gee-Ritty or Sparkleboots, some dude, Fatty and Scott.
After getting half-krunked, we strolled down the street for some late night greasy eats at Odessa.
Where we made Amy laugh so hard she cried! (Either that, or we insulted her until she cried. The truth is, I don't remember, but I'm hoping for the former!)
No, you're the man now, dawg!
(I think Meredith had the winning comment for this photo when she said "Who looks like a moring-after tranny hooker in this photo? Nope, sorry Grant. That's not the correct answer." Hahaha.)
