Just as the party was starting to lull a bit, The Stills (who I'd never heard before) hit the small stage that was set up outdoors in the corner of the party and played.
...all the way up front of the stage. At first I was excited just because Joan Jett was one of the first women I ever remember having a crush on. When I saw her in the "I Love Rock and Roll" video at age eight, it was one of the first times I remember getting a funny feeling "down there." (Who knew this she was just the first in my long line of lesbian crushes?)
...but that doesn't mean they rocked any less harder. After the set, Fatty and the boys packed up their gear and got ready to begin the long drive back to New York City. Me on the other hand...ON TO PART TWO
Later that night, we went to another private Spin party (this time it was held a ways out of town at some relatively new clothing store) and got treated to a performance by Pretty Girls Make Graves.
After BBQliciousness, the Hives came on. Now, I'd never really cared for their music much, but after seeing them live, I, much like the Monkees, am a believer.
On Friday, a whole bunch of us headed over to Arlene's Grocery to see Grant join Fatty in playing with Fireworks Go Up for the first time. (After only five or six appearances as their rhythm guitarist, Grant left due to "creative differences.") Boo.
By now, January's unseasonably warm weather had gone away and the month had turned into one of the coldest that NYC had seen in years. This particular night was like 10 degrees and snowing so the place was practically empty. So all of us that were there to see Chris' band were sort of hanging out in the back waiting for them to come on. The band playing before them wasn't about to let us ignore them, so their guitar player walked 40ft off stage (let's hear it for wireless, woooo!) to walk right up to us and play some hot guitar lixxx all up in our faces. It fucking ruled.
Parties in LA are a little strange because you have to drive everywhere so everybody can't get all stupid amounts of drunk, because they have to drive home. And if the bottom line is, having to spend 4 hours of carefully monitoring your drinking (while there's FULL OPEN BAR ALL NIGHT) really just isn't all that much fun - so by 1am the party had pretty much cleared out. Which means that when the band Bad Religion showed up (who were my favorite band of all time when I was 14), they only played to a room of 50 people (have of whom were still at the party only because they were waiting to sober up so they could drive home).
Oh, and did I mention that Vito Covino, their lead singer, dresses like a fucking ninja? Hmmm, now that I think about it, if I've learned anything from Hollywood, it's that there are two groups of people that you don't fuck with: Itailians and Ninjas. Considering that the lead singer of this band is an Italian that dresses like a ninja - I'd like to take a moment to re-iterate that I thought that the band was totally fucking amazing and that I just didn't like the music they choose to cover. Everybody square on that? Ok, moving on...
These guys were really fucking amazing players, they just kept covering songs by the shittiest band! Case in point, according to their site just some of the artist they cover include Puddle of Mudd, Staind, Trapt, Hoobastank...need I go any further? (PS - Is that dude on the left wearing a fucking hockey mask while playing? Awesome.
When we walked into O'Donohughe's, we were assaulted by really crappy nü-metal music blasting on the jukebox. As we ventured further into the bar, it turned out that it wasn't a jukebox; oh no! Instead it was a totally amazing cover band, covering really crappy nü-metal music. Ladies and gentleman, I present to you Beneath the Skin!
Saturday night, my brother and I crossed the bridge to experience some Long Beach Island night life action. We went to some club and managed to catch a clutch Bruce Springsteen cover band (I shit you not). Even though faux-Bruce rocked the house, the night didn't come close to last year's LBI Nightlife Antics.
On Sunday night I was sitting home working on this stooopid site when I got a call from Sarah (whose fancy job is always getting her invited to fancy events) who asked me if I wanted to go see the Dashboard Confessional with her in a few minutes. I cooly answered "Sure, I guess I meet you there" (as my secret inner emo-fag wept with tears of joy and excitement).
As the show progressed, they eventually went as far to put their "prop" instruments down. This is where the show, in my humble opion, really transformed from a "rock show" to a "insightful art performance piece remarking upon the inherent irony in post-existentialist thought."
...until when in the middle of the next song he ripped off his sweatshirt and sweatpants (yep, he was wearing sweatpants on stage) to reveal this kick-ass wrestling singlet (complete with ear-protector...nice!).
Okay, see the kid in the wife beater and silky track suit pants? So he was totally rocking out to the show and Amanda nudged us and was like "Yo, that kid's totally popping a metal boner." We looked over at him, nodded in agreement, and then turned our attention back to the show.
That's when Amanda nudged us again, this time directing our gaze with a finger pointed at his crotch and said "No, look...he's really got a boner!" We had assumed Amanda was talking about a "figurative metal boner" (which we all had) but this was a "literal, honest-to-goodness, metal-boner." So let that be a warning to you, if you plan on seeing the metal-wizardry that is SPEL, make sure to wear loose-fitting clothes from the waist down.
So after people have had a few drinks, Philip goes up on stage and talks a little bit about his book and has a Q&A session with the audience. Then after that, SPEL, the band that Philip plays drums in, took the stage to play a 45+ minute set of instrumental metal!!! The only thing more awesome than SPEL's music is...
I edited together all the video footage into a seven-minute movie! Thanks for having me along, everyone! It was like the summer-camp for grown-ups I've always dreamed about and I had an awesome time! <3
I edited together this montage of some choice cuts of the hits from the evening. (My favorite moment is Fatty's expression at 3:20) Enjoy! Track listing:
1. Christmas Wrapping
2. I Can't Go for That
3. Christmas Wrapping (part 2)
4. Head Over Heels
5. Plush
6. Peace on Earth / Ziggy Stardust
7. Let's Go
8. Fairytale Of New York
9. Creep
10. Don't You Want Me
11. Do They Know It's Christmas?