If I told u baby/That I was in love with u/Oh baby, baby, baby/If we got married/Would that be cool?
Most of my time in the crazy snowfall was spent in a musical haze. Friday night, the head nod music of the crazy Battle Graph atmosphere couldn't keep my head from wanting to explode because of the crazy crush of people. I've been playing Justified in my new Discman while wondering why I even bought it considering I'm making the mp3 player jump soon. *shrug* I like CDs and I have lots, but I can't wait until I can get back that bag space. "Nothin' Else" soothed my nerves along with a brief regrouping at home with chicken and biscuits courtesy of Popeye's before I tried Out And About, Take 2.
As an impulse, I went to meet Rissa of train disaster randomness at her job, this lounge in Chelsea. I used my time waiting to people watch and experiment with a sakepolitan (i.e. a cosmo with sake and plum wine and something else). In a word: slamming. And since I'm on good things I tasted last week, I ventured down to the cafeteria at the job Thursday and for lunch I had this sandwich that was black forest ham, brie, pear slices(!), and lettuce. Fucking awesome but a little too rich. Now I know why fashionistas don't eat!
We wandered down the road to this place I got an invite to over the summer but was too lazy to venture to in case of lameness. We were sitting back and chilling with cocktails and few cigs when I hear this voice approaching saying, "I told the guy to throw you out of my club!" I raise my eyebrow, more intrigued than alarmed and see a friend from Sapph. Apparently, he's had a residency there for two years. Who knew? His partner was another familiar face and we were finally formally introduced. Am I the only weirdo who doesn't consider myself as knowing someone until I've been introduced to them? I'm beginning to wonder. Hearing pieces of the Kill Bill Soundtrack in a lounge was interesting, if only because I have that whistled song stuck in my head...again. Just for kicks we decided to take pics on the E train to Queens. A random fun and silly thing to do. Once they're developed, I've got to post them. The one with us mugging with conductor was classic.
Wearing that gorilla suit/You're trying to scare me but it won't work!
The original Saturday plan was Chappelle's Show, Man Man/Bling Kong, Hollertronix. The taping was cancelled due to the crazy snow, so I spent most of the day in fleece staring out the window apprehensively. I thought to myself: "Hmm...personal safety vs. seeing my present fave group Man Man? I know how this shit works from HS: here in Queens, it's a million feet of snow and in Manhattan, they'll barely be dust." And with that, I was off. I got there around 10:30 when my group was just setting up. Nice! They rocked and there was a decent crowd. I missed a few songs getting caught up chatting in the upstairs bar at Pianos with this random, just for kicks. A similar situation happened at Knitting Factory later. Candice standing around minding her business leads to conversations that flow nicely -- like I've said, I'm a nice person. I'll chat if you don't approach me in some way that's just ridiculous -- until they inevitably say, "What's your name again? I didn't catch it." "That's because I didn't give it." *buzzer* And that's all the time we have for today. Thanks for playing. The later guy did that 3 times (!) cause he thought he was gonna slip me up and have me say it. Sorry, but no. Take a hint, man.
I wandered back downstairs to see them finish up and I ended up chatting up the band and I got a t-shirt. Woo! I never buy show shit, but I love them so I made an exception. And they said that I'm apparently the #1 (read: only) NYC fan besides the record company. Screw that! Man Man rocks! I'll plot the city domination on my end. I've also decided that I love the singer guy and would settle down with him and have a nice life if he'd shave off that damned porn star moustache -- you know, in that not really sort of way. I got a kick out of Bling Kong. You'd think someone else would've thought of what they're doing sooner: a totally over the top spectacle of a cover band with changed lyrics. They cracked me up. "MAKE-OUUUUTTT!" Considering the venue, the crowd was heavy on the yuppie, but seeing them is a good time.
Set it off on the left y'all/Set it off on the right y'all/Set it off
I got to Hollertronix in the middle of The Human Orchestra doing his thing on stage. That was dope. He said he's coming out with an instrumental breakbeats album or something. I'll get that. Have I mentioned that hands down my favorite song on the latest Outkast is the jungle reinterpretation of "My Favorite Things?" Classic ass song set to a breakbeat...what's not to love?! I could play that shit for days. My favorite musical trend of the moment is the hardcore crate digging going on lately. Imagine hearing "Set It Off" and "Break For Love" on the regular. Thursday night at Sapph was off the fucking chain. We were partying like it was '89 hardcore until 5am. Shit I haven't heard since I saw the video once on Video Music Box in '92 and shit . Now that's a party I can recommend 150% just about all the time. Even when the crowd isn't there, the music always is. I even had a moment where I felt like "Honey" (yeah, like from the movie. I saw the free preview with Ant. And what?) because the wack non-dancing girl had commanded the floor and I strolled up and had to blow her back...but not really that dramatically or anything. I guess sometimes clubs are like those wack setups they have in movies. Instead of the Dance Audition That Will Change My Life TM, perhaps I'll get the dream job interview. Yeah, I won't hold my breath for that.
Posted by Candicissima at December 8, 2003 04:57 AM