I got so caught up in my shit yesterday that I never got the chance to post this entry. I had loaded up all the pics and youtube and everything but just never got to actually write about the show.
Wednesday night, after a couple hours at my sister's house with my parents and the baby, I headed up to the Belly Up to see Republic of Letters. It was their first time playing there and I was so proud of my friends to see how they shined on that stage. A lot of their friends were there, but there were also a lot of people that had probably never heard them before that got into the performance. I've seen the Belly Up floor completely empty for openers so it was nice to see the support of this crowd.
They played for 45 minutes and I think the crowd really liked the Born To Run lead in to Bridge. I was just really enjoying myself. Because of other equipment on stage, Nick had his drum kit up close to the front, so they maybe didn't get max use of the stage, but still were able to move around and get the crowd involved.
After their set, Daye took me backstage and we hung out for a while. I overheard the singer/drummer of Cowboy Mouth talking smack, saying Republic of Letters played over their time and lecturing Nick. In Nick's defense, the club told them to play from 9:15 to 10. In my opinion, that singer sounded like a prissy dick.
I take my music personally so I maybe wasn't listening to Cowboy Mouth without unbiased ears, but to me, they souded like a dirtier version of Barenaked Ladies. I know that people who like Barenaked Ladies LOVE Barenaked Ladies, and it appeared the same for Cowboy Mouth. They definitely command the crowd and get people involved in their music, telling everyone when to clap along, when to raise their arms, when to bring them down, but I was utterly unimpressed. The one lyric I paid attention to said something along the lines of "let me put my tongue down your pants" and I wanted to vomit at the thought of that cheeseball onstage putting his tongue anywhere. People were comparing him to Sam Kinnison and Chris Farley, and I would have to agree, only I wasn't much into their humor either, so Cowboy Mouth, at least for me, struck out on all levels so I left midway through their set.
After I got home around midnight, I decided to walk to the Ken Club since my neighbor decided to do late night laundry and the dryer was on right outside my bedroom window. Sounds like as good a reason as any, right? The bar was sadly quite empty which got my wheels turning a little, but we'll see where my head goes with that thought. Anyway, I didn't stay long, and was in bed shortly thereafter. Wouldn't it be funny if I had called in sick on Thursday??
Another Video Here of Republic of Letters performing their closing song, No Time For Fears