Thursday, March 29, 2007

Bandinsanity

Ok, so the live music mayhem has already begun this week. Tuesday night we hit Maxwell's in Hoboken (home of the mile square white baseball cap meat market) for a kick ass show featuring (in order of appearance) Atlanta's Gentleman Jesse, Oakland's The Pets, and Atlanta's The Carbonas. I get there and not a moment later do I spot Mike from DC Snipers (and sometimes Live Fast Die) pacing frantically up and down 11th street alongside the club haplessly attempting to give the bands directions to the joint. "Tell 'em the water will be on the right from where they're coming from," I blurted, both of us thinkin' they were actually in town, as opposed to Jersey City or wherever it turned out they were at the time.

Well, they all eventually got there and after a super quick soundcheck, the jingly, poppy, rock was on the clock. Does that make sense? Don’t care. Anyway, G Jesse (3 Carbonas members) were really good. For a Tuesday night in half-dead Hoboken, the trampy punk rock chickie contigent was in full effect. A bunch of dudes were donning their punk rock uniforms, too. I'm talking funky ties, goofy retro sneaks, silly 'staches 'n' -- what apparently is the hip new look -- extra large pins on jackets and guitar straps.

Tuesday night? Hey, who says rock 'n' roll is dead?

But, hey, I ain't there to make the scene. I'm there for one reason and one reason alone: uh, yeah, the music, which was fucking great. Actually, I was most impressed by The Pets, a band I'd never seen live, and I don't think I'd heard before, though I'd heard of them. Great hooks, cool vocals (though others thought they were a bit too affected) and, from what I can tell, pretty fun lyrics. We picked up their singles, but haven't listened yet.

Next up, Theee Carbonas, who as always, were damn good. A lot of the tunes they played are newer, so didn't know many, but apparently they're out on a new album in the summertime.

As for the rest of the week, we've got a break till Saturday, when we get to see The Pointed Sticks at Southpaw; they're an awesome Vancouver band that we've wanted to see for ages (well, they've been around for ages, relatively speaking). It's all part of Douche Master Records's Power Pop Festival. I'm expecting to see a bunch of buddies at these gigs, dammit.


Earlier Saturday, we're hitting Magnetic Field (best damn sound in B'lyn or NYC as far as I'm concerned) to see a
FREE AFTERNOON SHOW
featuring the just-can't-stop-'em Live Fast Die, along with The Carbonas (yes, again, can't go wrong), and another D-Master band, Frantic.

Noice.

Oh, and Sunday, we have the rare opportunity to see Jack Lee, one of my fave songwriters, of The Nerves fame, play at Southpaw.

Can ya diggit? Yeah, sho'nuff.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Shamrockers 'n' Whiskey

Screw the green beer. For St. Patrick's Day, these Shamrockers I made are where it's at. It's amazing how holidays have translated so well to names for seasonal versions of The Punk Rock Kitchen's Rock-Out Cut-Outs. So far, there've been Jingle Bell Rockers, Love 'n' Rock-its and now Shamrockers! I haven't thought much about what's next....




I really dig the way these Jameson-inspired cookies came out, though. No doubt I'll be havin' the real thing next Saturday....


Sunday, March 04, 2007

Roky Baby!

Yes! We finally landed tickets for the Roky Erickson show next month, appropriately scheduled for Friday the 13th. I'm super psyched to see him, especially since it's at a decent venue, Southpaw, as opposed to some annoying oversized club like Irving Plaza or somethin'. Tickets sold out really quickly, so we were forced to enter the Ebay scalpfest with our wallets agape.


No worries....It'll be worth it, I'm sure. Who knows? He could decide to crawl back into his hole any day, so we may not get a chance to see him again. I love Roky and his disturbed tales of nuclear extraterrestrials, crucified children and possessed fratboys. There's just somethin' about the guy that always makes me smile.

Of course, even Roky's got a MySpace page. You can check out some tunes there, including what he's referred to in his bizarre comedic style as a "Nazi kids song," "Mine, Mine, Mind."

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