To call me tired would be the understatement of the year.
Well, I suppose I should keep things in perspective. To call George W. Bush a bad president would be the understatement of the year, but calling me tired would definitely be some sort of understatement.
What was I thinking last night? Tricia met me at my place at about 6pm and we headed off for a night of rock and roll. Dinner at Rudy’s1 started it off and so did a couple of margaritas. If you haven’t been to Rudy’s yet I don’t know what the hell your problem is. Honestly, it’s like I don’t even know you anymore.
Rudy’s is awesome. They have great, cheap mexican food, great chips and salsa and queso and great margaritas. I had Something de Chile con Something Mexica which is bite sized pieces of pork covered in some kind of green sauce with rice, potatos and tortillas to wrap it all up. Ryan and Tricia used to get it all the time at some other restaurant and bring it home and it would utterly stink up the fridge. It was great. And the margaritas? Man.
So then we headed off to The Madrid Theater for some rock n’ roll Built to Spill stylee. We didn’t bother to get tickets beforehand for the show because, you know, we’re just way to cool for that kind of thing now. In fact, we were so cool that we waited in the huge line to get in to find out that they were not selling tickets at the door and we could get them at Recycled Sounds 1.5 blocks that –> way. So we walked on down to Recycled Sounds with the Extremely Angry Homeless Man who shouted helpful tips in our ears the entire way.
Example: “Fuck you, you black bitch!!”
Note: I am not black. Nor is Tricia. She’s pretty tan though.
Tickets were obtained and back to the line we went. The Extremely Angry Homeless Man played a second act for the entire line just when I happened to be loading the change from my pocket into my wallet so he hit me up and I gave him a buck. He stopped yelling at people so that was pretty sweet.
Okay, wow, long winded today aren’t I? So we finally get inside and The Madrid is totally awesome. Never been there before. Very clean, nicely laid out, stylish, non smoking where it matters. They have a cool balcony area with little tables and chairs, almost lounge like so you can watch the show and actually set down your drink. All the tables were taken so we ended up standing down in the pit but it’s still a really cool place.
The first band was Mike Johnson and the Evildoers and they were absolutly great. They played some kind of spacey, noisy, psychedelic, grungy rock stuff that seemed mostly made up on the spot. Very much reminded me of the first time I saw The Mermen. I closed my eyes and just completely rocked out the entire time they played. Turns out it’s normally just Mike. The Evildoers were a couple of Built to Spill’s guitarists.
Built to Spill came on quickly after and played and played and played. I’d never really heard them before and from what I understand their live show is pretty different from their recordings but they were incredible. They followed my favorite formula for each song which is:
1. start slow, simple
2. couple of verses, pick up the pace a little
3. 10 minute instrumental building up to massive crescendo that makes everyone completely freak out
4. slow it down, say “Thanks” while everyone catches their breath
They did a lot of open jamming and really played a long set. I could have listened to either band for another 4 or 5 hours though. I definitely will not miss either of those bands if they come by again.
So then it was midnight, I guess? Or 1? We wanted to try to check out some singer who Tricia knew that we saw in Recycled Sounds but we couldn’t remember where she said she was playing. We thought maybe Davey’s so we drove by and it looked completely dead. Still wanting to kick it we headed for The Hurricane and caught about the last 20 minutes of a set by Green Lemon. The Hurricane almost never fails to please and those guys kicked ass. Every band member seemed to be playing his own style of music but it all came together very tight. And the keyboard player was singing into a vocoder, which is basically all it takes for me.
We hung around for a while longer since they were playing some good stuff on the PA (Portishead, Postal Service) and tried to find enough change to buy a couple of PBRs (oh, the horror!) and rolled out of there around 3 or so.
If you are in Westport and it’s 3am and you have been rocking out with your proverbial cock out all night you don’t go home. You go to Nichol’s or you go to Chubby’s. We went to Chubby’s, pigged out and played oldies on the juke box, much to the dismay of the other patrons.
I rolled into bed at a leisurely 5am or so and got up for work at 8am.
I started this post by asking “What was I thinking last night?”. I know what I was thinking. I was thinking that I am a god damn rock star. And I am. Don’t you forget it.
1Courtney, I still want to go to Rudy’s tonight. I’d eat there every night if I could.