Thursday, August 05, 2004
The Scene
So Muso has invaded Glendale. We played The Scene last night, which was a lot less divey than anticipated. They've got a decent stage and floor, and the walls are lined with booths. The highlight was the rad jukebox featuring a vast selection of indie and rock. 13 songs for a buck!
Unfortunately, the downside to this was the show itself. We followed an hour of stand up comedy. Really bad stand up comedy. One guy insulted the crowd when we didn't laugh, which in his defense, was often. One girl ripped off Sara Silverman joke for joke. The best, though, was Tacky Jackie, a 30something woman who wrote zany lyrics to the music of real songs. One was about her ex-boyfriend who liked to cum in her face. Don't get me wrong, that's hilarious. I'm sure The Beatles would be tickled over this outside the box re-interpretation of their music, especially with all her flubbed chords. But it got very uncomfortable when Jackie's brand of side-splitting raunch turned to bitter diatribe -- Face Gizzer walked all over her (metaphorically). Then, before she launched into a song about "trying the lesbian thing out of desperation" (that last part was only implied), she went on about how guys suck. Sweet.
We followed these clowns at 10 (an hour ahead of schedule) to a very hip, mostly unresponsive crowd. Marah (who gets huge mad-ass props for sticking out the "comedy" and sitting alone while we set up, played, and loaded), says they tapped and head-bobbed to the music despite themselves. Clearly though, we lacked the proper ironic thrift store gear and severe mod dos to earn more than a stolen glance. I felt like Eugene Levy performing his schtick to the catatonic retirement home at the end of Waiting for Guffman. Everyone got up on their Jack Parcels to watch the bands after us who looked like poorer versions of The Strokes.
I guess it's possible they just didn't like our music..... Nah.
Apologies to Egan who showed up on time of all things at 11. And for that matter, to anyone reading this who tried to go but only found hipsters for days. We'll getcha in free at The Good Hurt on September 1. 'Cause we're good people.
So Muso has invaded Glendale. We played The Scene last night, which was a lot less divey than anticipated. They've got a decent stage and floor, and the walls are lined with booths. The highlight was the rad jukebox featuring a vast selection of indie and rock. 13 songs for a buck!
Unfortunately, the downside to this was the show itself. We followed an hour of stand up comedy. Really bad stand up comedy. One guy insulted the crowd when we didn't laugh, which in his defense, was often. One girl ripped off Sara Silverman joke for joke. The best, though, was Tacky Jackie, a 30something woman who wrote zany lyrics to the music of real songs. One was about her ex-boyfriend who liked to cum in her face. Don't get me wrong, that's hilarious. I'm sure The Beatles would be tickled over this outside the box re-interpretation of their music, especially with all her flubbed chords. But it got very uncomfortable when Jackie's brand of side-splitting raunch turned to bitter diatribe -- Face Gizzer walked all over her (metaphorically). Then, before she launched into a song about "trying the lesbian thing out of desperation" (that last part was only implied), she went on about how guys suck. Sweet.
We followed these clowns at 10 (an hour ahead of schedule) to a very hip, mostly unresponsive crowd. Marah (who gets huge mad-ass props for sticking out the "comedy" and sitting alone while we set up, played, and loaded), says they tapped and head-bobbed to the music despite themselves. Clearly though, we lacked the proper ironic thrift store gear and severe mod dos to earn more than a stolen glance. I felt like Eugene Levy performing his schtick to the catatonic retirement home at the end of Waiting for Guffman. Everyone got up on their Jack Parcels to watch the bands after us who looked like poorer versions of The Strokes.
I guess it's possible they just didn't like our music..... Nah.
Apologies to Egan who showed up on time of all things at 11. And for that matter, to anyone reading this who tried to go but only found hipsters for days. We'll getcha in free at The Good Hurt on September 1. 'Cause we're good people.
