Wednesday, November 15, 2006

SSPU @ BUT 11/14/06

My Starsailor hook-up fell through and KFS played earlier than I thought, so my Tuesday was a one stop night: Silersun Pickups at the Belly Up.

My friend Beth who books shows there said "there's no way it will sell out", soI took my sweet time getting there. Not so, Andrea bought a ticket for me since she got there earlier to make sure I didn't miss out. The Stereotypes were already onstage when I got there. It was also quite crowded already. I mazed through the club...to the left up the stairs, down the seating, to the right down the handicap access ramp, down two steps and to my surprise, there was a "too cool" gap in front of the stage about 6 feet deep. I have no shame and met up with Matt and Andrea right along the stage.

I enjoyed the stereotypes...I didn't have any idea that Mike Kamoo of Tomorrow's Son (among many other bands) was in this band. What was even more enjoyable, however, was watching the guy next to me dance like a wild man. Everyone was snickering...the security guard stage left, the drummer, the people standing stage right. Whatever, man, get your groove on.

As was expected, the second the Stereotypes left the stage, the crowd filled the gap. Two skanky whores maneuvered their way up and tried to gradually push Andrea and I away. When SSPU took the stage, they pushed more. That added to the guitar just being way too loud, Andrea gave up.

I put up with 4 songs until whore #1 pushed me hard. I turned and elbowed her to get out of my space. After the song she goes, "I didn't mean to bump you." I laughed. "Whatever."

The next song came on and she and her pouty lip whore friend who was trying to make eyes with the singer were talking shit and now deliberately pushing and bumping into me. Sometimes I can tolerate and sometimes I cannot. It took everything I have not to clock her. So the 5th song ends and I say to blondie, "You've been pushing me since we were in line outside. (did I not mention that before?) It's been more than on purpose because you're a bitch. You fucking win." and I pushed past both of them to leave. Then the pouty I-think-I'm-a-Model one goes, "God, you're so mean!" and I say, "and you're a fucking whore."

I never said I was nice. I'm glad people like them only go to trendy, highly hyped shows and tend not to be at The Casbah or more indie shows or I would probably never go out.

I ended up hopping between the rear smoking patio and some seats along the wall, where the sound was much better but the vocals were still too quiet for my tastes, probably just from my ears getting blown out from the front of the stage. I would've expected this show to be better than at the House Of Blues Side Stage (especially because I was wasted at that other one) but I would have to say it wasn't. I love this band, don't get me wrong, but the overall experience was kinda shitty, to be honest. It was good to see lots of peeps...of course, Andrea, the boys from Vinyl Radio, Chickrawker Lyn (for 2 seconds), Owen, Pete Markall, Troy Johnson, Scott Richison, and Dustin from Cape May. Were you there too? It was packed!

After the show, I had the band sign my CD case and hung out for a bit, until deciding it was time to go home. I had delusions of going to A/C for Big Sonic Chill (and maybe score some Frank Black tickets) but that's not the kinda place I want to go alone and it was a good time to call it a night.

I'll give my things to do recs for today, but I'll likely be staying in. I'll tell you why in a few.

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