I Heard It Through The Grapevine…
That our time here in summer was well-sexed, we’ll be just as awes. as ever when we roll out of bed, and there’s a whole shit ton of quality shows that you can stumble towards fall to. A grapevine can also refer to a grappling hold or a dance move, so you can say I heard it that way, too…
This Shit Is 100% Grape Juice
P Little at Pageant Gallery on Thursday was all Plastic Little Portrait Studio. Put some frames on that shit. [photo credit: Ari Mwachofi]
Does anyone have a record of last Friday? Because after reviewing the tapes, I found that nothing actually happened and my phone rained texts trying to plan something that could have happened if we just went ahead and did it. When you go to Sal’s for free Zima, what am I supposed to think? That you were psyched out by time? Wouldn’t play Carmen Sandiego Bar Travel with me? Bulls.
If you didn’t find the Lost Bar on Saturday, there are only 3 legit excuses that I received in my inbox, and there’s no way that you can say the sky is silver instead of gray on this one. If you want to spend the rest of your life at the same two bars, cool on you. You have less decisions to make than I do.
On that thought, if you can handle new bar-hangs, Makers Local and the Green Rock Tavern have both been approved by the #1 tastemaker that I know and trust. But hit ‘em yourselves if I’ve never been right before.
Explain why PW’s Man Man/Favourite Sons bang was Wear Your Hoodie Night? The girls smoking pipes with cupcakes I get. It was easily the Fall Fashion show at R-House Sq. So’s up witcha hood? Rain Scare got you?
And not to stay quiet on our own night because Taboo! is just a game to play when you’re drunk at your parents’ house, Foggy Notion reaffirmed what I’ve been getting at for awhile now: Wednesday/Thursday is trampling Friday/Saturday. You’re too pretty to be waiting until the weekend, anyway. Last eve’s kicker revealed that Dark Horse And the Carousels have a Stage Beer, one PBR that is passed around onstage. Adorable level on that just hit the roof. They’re playing a house show this Saturday, and if you’re meant to be there, you’ll find out.
DO WANT/DO NOT WANT
Ankle Socks With Heels/Band-Aids With Heels
Shamelessness/Giving Up The Last Week In August
Scene Points
Pretzel Guy
You stood outside of Silk City last night, holding that cardboard box of salty twists like it was no big. You didn’t realize how you capped the Wednesday for us all, clear on the outside and foggy on the in, as we approached the inevitable: Standing outside of the bar after 2am. For some of us, it’s about waiting for a friend who is getting mack from all sides, motioning feebly at a cab in the distance, or finally being able to hear. It happens to be my favorite part of the night, just because it’s your last chance to say what you really want, shit that at the beginning of the party, you were way too reasonable to consider coming out with. It’s like the confessional on Real World, if that were still relevant, and if people said things like “rapier wit” on that show, which they regrettably did not. No, Pretzel Guy, I did not forget you, and if you’re still listening out there with your carby gifts, please visit us again. Your free pretzels were the best I’ve ever had.
