Dance Yourself There
Holy balls. What a weekend. Hopefully someone else will write a more detailed summary but till then I guess it’s just me. First I would like to thank our fine hosts: Jamie, Andrea and the wee one James for putting up with our “antics” and providing us with lodging and hospitality. You guys rule. More shout outs to the whole crew: Top Hat, Just Starkles, Nacho Werewolf and Chris “I Can Sleep On Anything Anywhere Anytime” Thomas. I would cut people for you guys, no joke. Oh also thanks to the White Lady Hot Pants, Tio Juan and Boomer Esiason. Also props to the following fine establishments in BK: Angry Wade’s (much love to the pickle/carrot bloody marys and the Bill Cosby-esque bartender), Cubana Cafe (your quesadilla is really a taco though), Fort Defiance (don’t remember what I drank but it sure was good), that Irish pub (slainte! to the bro jock bartender for hooking us up), that German beer bar with the two liter beers and last but never least, Zombie Hut (thanks for the memories and alco brain freeze and flaming zombies). Next I’d like to dish some F.U.’s to: Epic Beard Man on the Amtrak (we shoulda punched you in your sleep), the dude in front of Nacho Werewolf towards the end of the LCD set who was pushing or whatever (or maybe it was Nacho’s paranoia, either way he sucked), brokkake dude who got in Chris’ face for dancing too crazy, pretty much every cab driver from Manhattan to Brooklyn to DC, douche bags standing on the corner after the show, shitty Euro Frog dude who tried to steal a cigarette after offering $100 for it and any other dickbag comin with the neg vibes. Oh and thanks to James Murphy for blowing my mind as well as my ears, don’t stop. Ever. That’s all I can muster right now and this feels like I just wrote liner notes. If you want a detailed show review, call your mother. Pic courtesy of BrooklynVegan.
