Slaughterhouse Live Ones
Weird scene last night at Bar 9 in Hell's Kitchen. This stream of guys in suits walked in during the Live Ones set -- like 8 or 10 of them -- and while passing by the stage, one of 'em yells, "Fuckin' suits! I hate suits!" or something to that effect. Translation: I know we look like douchebags but, I assure you, we're actually cool.
As they shuffled past towards the back room, they peered at the stage as though Mike, Jon, and Shane were behind bars at a zoo -- as though they'd stumbled upon some sort of kitschy, ironic rock act.
After awhile, they all walked out together like some white collar chain gang. My bet was Bar 9 was a pit stop en route to hustler club, or chyna dolls, or lace and pearls or whatever cheesy strip joint they ventured to the west side for.
...Oh, and Live Ones were great - lots of cool new tunes. Brought Low kicked it, too.
As they shuffled past towards the back room, they peered at the stage as though Mike, Jon, and Shane were behind bars at a zoo -- as though they'd stumbled upon some sort of kitschy, ironic rock act.
After awhile, they all walked out together like some white collar chain gang. My bet was Bar 9 was a pit stop en route to hustler club, or chyna dolls, or lace and pearls or whatever cheesy strip joint they ventured to the west side for.
...Oh, and Live Ones were great - lots of cool new tunes. Brought Low kicked it, too.
posted by Connie Sewer at 7:40 AM
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