Unbang the Drum: It's The Live Ones!
All right! The moment has finally arrived, folks. Brooklyn's finest, The Live Ones, are playing tomorrow night at the Laila Lounge in B'lyn (at 11pm, 113 North 7th between Wythe and Berry, L train to Bedford). They're my fave local band and one of my fave bands, period at this point. These guys always rock my saggy socks off and it's been months since they last played, so I've been jonesin' hard!
After I got their email about the show, I went outside to finish stuffing our monstrous pile of backyard leaves into trash bags. You know the whole neighborhood got a little taste 'a The Live Ones when I was out there hoistin' the foliage!
I'm tryin' not to get too fucked up lately since I always get really hungry the next day and blow my self-imposed pre-Christmas barely-eating regimen (I know it's stupid, but so am I, so it works out well). I planned on giving blood tomorrow though, and the pint deficit compounded with The Live Ones factor doesn't bode well for tomorrow night's sobriety factor. And then there's the Pixies show Monday! Man, who am I kiddin'? I like whiskey too damn much for that shit!
I'm sitting here freezing my arse off in this icy cold house. I work from home, and since it's just me and the kitty during the day, I feel it's too much of an indulgence for me to turn the heat up. But by the end of the day, my teeth are nearly chattering. Hey, I said I was stupid, didn't I?
I'm beginning to show my anal-retentive, non-punk rock side. Uh-oh!
I told myself I'd spend the afternoon writing my commentary column, The Lowbrow Lowdown, since I haven't updated it in over a month, so I guess it's back to the grill again....
After I got their email about the show, I went outside to finish stuffing our monstrous pile of backyard leaves into trash bags. You know the whole neighborhood got a little taste 'a The Live Ones when I was out there hoistin' the foliage!
I'm tryin' not to get too fucked up lately since I always get really hungry the next day and blow my self-imposed pre-Christmas barely-eating regimen (I know it's stupid, but so am I, so it works out well). I planned on giving blood tomorrow though, and the pint deficit compounded with The Live Ones factor doesn't bode well for tomorrow night's sobriety factor. And then there's the Pixies show Monday! Man, who am I kiddin'? I like whiskey too damn much for that shit!
I'm sitting here freezing my arse off in this icy cold house. I work from home, and since it's just me and the kitty during the day, I feel it's too much of an indulgence for me to turn the heat up. But by the end of the day, my teeth are nearly chattering. Hey, I said I was stupid, didn't I?
I'm beginning to show my anal-retentive, non-punk rock side. Uh-oh!
I told myself I'd spend the afternoon writing my commentary column, The Lowbrow Lowdown, since I haven't updated it in over a month, so I guess it's back to the grill again....
posted by Connie Sewer at 4:40 PM
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