My evening started at Confidential for the screening of the season premiere of Entourage. I entered the contest and "won", but apparently so did a million other people, so I was grateful that Seth was able to get me on the list. Let me tell you how fun it is outside a club with 30 people all trying to convince people at the door that they're on the list. Fortunately I was, and had no problem getting in (Thanks to Karen, too!) but this is just one of the many reasons why you will not find me at a club downtown. Seeing one of my favorite shows and the promise of an open bar and I will, as in this case, modify my rules a little, but generally speaking, no downtown for me.
They didn't run the show until around 9:45, but they extended the hosted drinks, so all was good. I'm not gonna spoil the show, but I will say Vince's firing of Ari was no joke. It was actually kinda fun watching a show with that many people in the room, everyone kinda laughing at the same moments. Last time I went to a showing like that was for the finale of Friends, a show I didn't even really watch for it's final 3 or 4 seasons, so it was kinda lame.
As far as Confidential goes, I was prepared to slam it and all the douchebaggery a club like that might attract, but being that it was a special event, the clientele was mixed and the people we talked to were pleasant. I didn't have to wait long for a drink, and my first one was poured decent. There was one bartender flipping bottles and doing stupid bartender showy shit, which wouldn't bother me if only half the alcohol he was pouring actually made it in the glass. I decided to wait extra just to go back to the bartender who knew how to pour. The club itself is very clubby, white leather, red panel lighting, an upstairs to look at all the people below. Not for me but better than I expected. Well, until after the show when some dj started spinning. I would like to let all the dj's out there in on a little secret: There has been lots of new music produced in the last 10+ years. When you play the same shit that was playing when I was in TJ when I was 16, you pretty much suck balls. Get some new records. Hell, get an iPod. Nobody cares. But your music, yeah, pretty much sucks.
After Confidential, I kinda got a wild hair and went to the Casbah. Qu'est Que C'est were already playing and since they opted to have two spotlights beaming from behind them and a fog machine, my pics of them really blow. I'm liking them more and more every time I see them and for the first time, they actually made me think they sounded very Digital Ashy Bright Eyes, which was great for me. Jake was on sound and they sounded fantastic.
Persephone's Bees was the headliner for the evening. I had been to their last show at the Casbah, but since I was registering voters, didn't really get a chance to watch them. Angelina is the Russian born singer from San Francisco who also plays keys. It was nice to see a chick upfront not doing that whole baby voice thing and actually sing, but there was nothing about the performance that particularly stood out for me, either. Well, except that sometimes she sang in Russian. That's not something you hear everyday, I guess.
I realized it was getting late and I've been blowing off so many responsibilities that I slithered out before the set ended. Thanks to both Bens for hooking me up. You guys are the best.
For the record, I didn't get nearly enough sleep before work, and in fact, went through the whole day with inside out undergarments. I seriously cannot wait to get outta town.
I realize this is late, but I found my video of The Noisettes from Sunday night for those of you who didn't make the TV on The Radio show.
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