Sunday, April 01, 2007

It Means "The Cantinero"...

What are the odds your crowded subway pulls into a station, you get out to let people off, and tapping you on the shoulder when you step onto the platform is your friend, who's on his way to meet you in a completely different place in the city? Apparently one in one tonight. I mean, arriving at the same station is possible, but him and his grirlfriend standing at the spot where your door lands? On a six-car train, each car having three doors? It happened.

We were on our way to see Sebadoh at Webster Hall. They hadn't played as their original line-up in about 15 years. They played well, considering all the technical difficulties they had. The crowd was a dud, though. I'd guess the reason everyone was so subdued is that they all didn't really know the band and had just heard that they better go see them from their friends who also live in Brooklyn and have the same haircuts they do, or they did know the band, but were so happy to be seeing this legendary group that they just wanted to stand and stare.

Lou Barlow was funny and friendly as usual. Always good to see him, in any band.

The opening act was The Bent Moustache. We didn't expect much from them, but they were really good. I wouldn't say it was "knocked my socks off"-level (does anyone besides my dad acyually use that phrase?), but it was pretty damn close. And that's saying something coming from a dude like me who's cynical when it comes to bands in general. They had lots of energy, they rocked without pretention, and their drummer was awesome, which is the cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. Best of all, they made fun of the dead crowd. At one point, the bass player/leader guy mentioned that some band he liked was playing tonight in the city, and was met with blank stares and silence. He said, "Ooh, I guess I'm talking to an indie-schmindie crowd here..." Ha! Preach on, brother Beavis! He later tried again to get the crowd to do something other than the New York stare, with no results. At the end, he said, and not in a sour grapes-ish way, "Come on, we played our asses off. I'm sweating!" Still nothing from this holier-than-Manhattan crowd. I loved that the guy stood up to them. He was gonna have fun whether anyone else was or not. And the crowd proved it was the them, not the bands, that were dead, when they were almost as non-responsive for Sebadoh, the band they came to see.

So check out those two bands. (Sebadoh's album for this tour is called Wade Through the Boggs!)

Before the show, we ate at El Cantinero, on University and 12th. Go there in the summer for their roof deck, and their mainly good food. Pat presented me with a keychain my parents got me for my 16th birthday, which I'd left in his car over a decade ago. (Robin asked if I still had "that blog." I said yes, and she said she'd go to it to see if I mentioned the keychain... She also doesn't believe me that horse races go clockwise in Europe. I just looked it up and found that it's not always, but definitely sometimes, whereas over here it's always counter-clockwise.)

After the show I finally tried this chocolate restaurant by Union Square. The thing I got was overpriced and not that good, but I'll try the place again. They actually serve every meal there. I want to try breakfast. They've got a bagel with a chocolate bar melted inside.

Also, I killed four people tonight.

April Fools!

Okay, got that out of the way early.

39 hours 'til Red Sox action!

Was the original Plymouth Horizon key still on the keychain?
Note on Dad/socks. He had this good friend who he taught with in middle school, the music teacher. When there was a music assembly, the teacher would invariably say: This next piece will knock your sox off. So Dad had all his bilingual ed students take off their socks before they went into the auditorium and when the music teacher said his line, Dad's kids all threw there socks at him.
Who WERE those four? Seriously!! Because there was an article about an "unnamed unsavory character" in NYC, and that unnamed person lived in your neighborhood. Should I send you the link? I hesitate to do that because it might be considered aiding a felon. Or have you already gone into hiding? If I were you, well, you have two choices. One, be scared, run for your life and from the law for the rest of your too short life. Bonny and Clyde.....or two, April Fools!
Take care Jere. Thanks for all the smiles over the years. Peter
No on key. And it was the Sundance at that point. We had that Horizon when I was, like, five years old. Both red, though. Nice job on the socks, I guess that's why the phrase stuck.

Note to people (and there are some) who will inevitably mock my views on dumb people and Yankee fans by assuming my mom is one or the other for saying "there" instead of "their": Look, we all make mistakes. My mom is a published author many times over. I make mistakes, too, sometimes. My point, and I thought I made this clear, is that some people clearly show how stupid they are by consistently using a word incorrectly, showing that they just don't know the simple rule of contractions.
Oh, and nice job, Pter, you had me going--but only because I started reading your comment in my email, not knowing what the hell you were referring to.. so I guess it counts, I did get fooled. But I have a good excuse!
Love to your Mom, AND you....Peter

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