Last Saturday was ultramusic day in my sphere. And, I just realized, Philly band day. That's some synergy.
For all intents and purposes in my book, the Floetry show was the Summerstage kickoff. I had planned to check that out with the volunteer party guy on some last minute thing and also drafted TrendVickster along for the ride. I found myself running late as usual, but strangely at almost 5pm when I rolled up, I could still get in. Yay! I'm not confident enough to bank on that in the future though. (Especially this Saturday with Patti Labelle coming through. I'm gonna have to be there at 1 to get in that show).
Every black boho in the 5 boroughs and surrounding areas had to be hanging around that stage. The day was beautiful and people were just hanging out. The floatrist was beyond toasted and babbling about everything and nothing in between -- and occasionally during -- songs. The voice on the songstress is amazing and so freaking smooth. I loved how she looked like she was just strolling through the park and wandered onto the stage with her purse on. I'm not the biggest fan and probably still aren't, but it was a good time. And they closed the show with "Just Let Your Soul Glow" and the rapper screaming out "Sexual Chocolate." Before that in an old-school rap break, they did the Kid-N-Play perfectly. I've been trying to get that shit going with PrincessNella and P. Fizzie for months. I'm so jealous. It was like butta.
After spending some lazy hours at home, I was off to Billyburg for Man Man show #873 (of course I'm exaggerating, but I have lost count. I know that it's more than 6 and less than 10.). I strolled in as this band, The Art of Shooting (Kelly AOS said they have a website but I can't find it. Ah well Nevermind. Here it is!) were doing their Hole and Elastica meet the punky Go-Go's set. I love seeing chicks rocking the hell out of their instruments because it always inspires me briefly to dig my bass out of the dark corner of my Upstate bedroom's closet. Kitty Power hearts The Art of Shooting and when I told Kelly so, she gave me a CD-R of their music. Rock!
Anyways, then came Man Man. I'll spare the concert review type deal because as #1 fan and official shill, what would I say but "it was the most awesome show ever!" true or not (though it's naturally always true). I also added a new dimension to my job title by playing gossip gatherer in the crowd. A girl was all, "me and my friend are so crazy about the singer. He's so hot!" And I replied, "Hmm..." and jotted it down in my secret agent notebook (kidding on the last part). I relayed the information and got a reply that made me smile. Later on was picture time and my Man Man love is so great that I, the most non-photogenic person alive, stood in for two. That is love.
Soon, I bounced my way across Williamsburg, thinking I could live in the Southside if PrincessNella suspended her Brooklyn bias and I got a new cell phone because my current can't pick up reception for shit around there. Analog all the way. I went to the LES to persuade P. Fiz. to come out, but instead got sucked into watching Dead Alive and falling asleep on the couch before one of my favorite lines. That would be, "Son, I kick ass for the Lord" before he proceeding to do just that until he got zombiefied that is. Poor Rev.
Posted by Candicissima at June 23, 2004 02:36 PM