Wednesday, December 5, 2007
FRIDAY NIGHT IS SACRED, IT'S NOT TIME TO BE WASTED, THEY'VE GOT DOOM ON CALL, YOU KNOW, FRIDAY THEY CAN'T USE IT
i have been drunk in you.
and so on...
friday nights at the astoria can be dangerous.
let me just say it's great to have the old girl back, letting the booze flow cheaply into the night, barfing drunks back out onto the pavement. i can safely say i've been drunker at the astoria more often than any other place on this earth. i remember the old days when thursday nights were invariably kareoke at pat's pub followed by the ooze down the road to the astoria where rudy, angel to drunks, would hammer you down with gin and tonics without the tonic. i can no longer drink gin, just one of those things... the long walk home was usually a path of destruction and senseless wastoid vandalism. those were the days. as a matter of fact, the song drunk eyes on our first album is about stumbling home from the astoria and the girl who would come along with me. and now we're happily married (just kidding).
anyway, the bar is finally back up and running after being closed for what felt like an eternity. thank god.
i was there last friday to watch sports (the band, not the activity) which features ladyhawk's own dreamboat captains ryan peters and darcy hancock on guitars as well as the high admiral of dreaminess danny marshall on drums. they straight up rule. ryan, who wails on the drums in our band, also happens to be a completely shredding guitarist and songwriter! who knew? actually, i did. he used to be in one of the best bands ever back in high school called alpha bmx, who sounded kind of like the steve miller band... ON ACID! more like: on acne. johnny wakeham and featherwolf played next, featuring ladyhawk's resident dungeon master sean hawryluk on bass, they jammed out hard and came correct.
the icing on the jam-cake was small fame (originally called dad music, which is apt AND amazing), the new project of bend sinister's dan moxon. dan is a talented fucker. he can whistle like nobody's business, just like you hear random old men doing, with vibrato and little fancy flourishes and stuff. amazing.
they're pretty fucking cool, check it out:
that's my roomie jake on the left.
anyway, the night ended suitably sloppy for me with a party at small fame drummer dana's place and a beautiful girl doing body shots of corona and chewing gum out of my belly button. it's a full ounce.
god bless the astoria!