This Evening: Zombie Heaven/Ape School
>>> If you’ve not yet seen The Zombies since they got back together a few years ago, you’re just gonna have to trust us when we say this is probably the best nostalgia-reunion gig we’ve seen in the last few years; singer Colin Blunstone is in fine, fine voice, and Rod Argent wears tight black t-shirts and sports a Jerry Curl, which is a difficult thing for an Englishman of any age to do. They’re at the Keswick Theater tonight with The Spencer Davis Group and The Yardbirds (!!!), and it will probably sell out by showtime, so get on the stick, hoss.
>>> Ape School — a band we haven’t spent nearly enough time telling you to go see — play the North Star Bar. Scout ‘em.
July 9th, 2009 at 1:43 am
Report back, man. Couldn’t get there. Great U-tube link.
A recurring thought — I know you are not the CP or PW, but even one day’s notice would serve some of us well. (I know I’ll get lambasted for this due to weekend stuff that is trumpeted, but that’s not what I mean.)
Unless that’s just not the point. Which brings me to a question I never thought to ask, but is weirdly relevant: I love your rejection of the hipster tag, but do you really want me — my wife and I are in in our 40s, and have jobs that demand close attention for about, oh, 75% of the day — to descend on your scene?
No sarcasm, really.
I’m balding, with a gut, but I’m told I “carry it well,” owing to my height. My wife, who has a couple years on me, is hot, if it matters. No inferiority complexes here, all evidence to the contrary. Just saying. Excuse me — just sayin’.
If not, if you don’t want us, you ought to say so, and augment the beauty of your stream-of-consciousness with equally clever push stuff; that is, on your terms and that you could probably make money on, if pitched correctly.
I ain’t no flak, in case you’re wondering, and I have no idea if you are in the black or the red, flourishing or hanging by a thread. Yet — correct me if I’m wrong — I’m guessing you know full well who most contributors are.
But again, I Am Non-Accusatory Nation.
And I vote. How do I vote? I’ve gotten about a hundred people circa my age to pay attention to the best written daily city blog. I can’t tell them not to read anymore.
But I can certainly tell them if the best fucking band in 10 years is going to be at 700, and we’re not invited. Not really invited, anyway.