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Thursday, April 12, 2007

roseland: never, ever again.

Roseland is kinda like the fuck buddy that you keep saying you'll never go back to...but somehow s/he manages to lure you back in with some kind of attractive asset. For Roseland last night, it was the sedcuctive line up of:

The Annuals
The Walkmen
Kaiser Chiefs

These are all really solid bands, but somehow Roseland found a way to fuck it up (there's a surprise). Uh, what was going on with the sound board dude? The acoustics and sound were really unacceptable. The drums were way too loud and it seemed as though the vocalists (of every band) felt the need to scream over the poorly-balanced instrumentation.



I got there just in time to catch The Annuals wrap up their set and heard my favorite song "Complete or Completing". They were super intense and I'm sure it'd be a real treat to see them in a smaller venue.

The Walkmen were up next and were great. I only wish they had a little more energy. Seemed like they were super tired. Even so, they nailed their set and I hope to see them sometime at a better venue. Not sure if you can tell from the pic above, but they brought in horns! Maureen was super excited about that and it added a really nice dimension to the songs.


Exhibit A: check out that hair!

Exhibit B: Check out that hair AND their non-stop chitter chatter.

The crowd last night blew. They seemed to not care that a show was happening before their very eyes. During The Walkmen, we got stuck behind a crowd of Jersey guidos who were talking on their cell phones and loudly with their other douchebag friends during the show(See Exhibit B). I got really irate. This kind of behavior is disrespectful to the bands as well as your fellow concert-goers. If you want to horse around and shoot the shit, please go to a god damn bar instead of taking up space and blocking the view of short girls all around you. I swear to you their hair probably added another 3 inches to their height (See Exhibit A). So I couldn't see The Walkmen because of guy's god damn hair!!!

Oh wait, can we talk about the rude venue staff? The bathroom nazi, anyone? The guy downstairs was screaming at people to stand in the girls' bathroom line in a particular way, then once you actually made it inside, Livenation had hired a mexican lady to sit there and ask you to hurry up with your personal business so other people could get in and pee before the show started. Yes, it's true! Maureen and I sat outside the bathrooms to check out text messages and the bathroom nazi came over to us and told us we had to go back upstairs. The man was on a rampage. He was scolding everyone who was lingering downstairs and had already fulfilled their mission of emptying a bladder. He made me feel like i was in high school again, like i was leaving class without a hall pass and was destined for lunch detention.


Exhibit C: Going in for another kiss. Awesome.

We also go to experience the 24/7 make-out couple. Y'all know who I'm talking about. Those couples that can't seem to physically separate their mouths during a show. We had one of those get up in our personal areas during one of the first Kaiser Chief songs. That was kind of the last straw for me. We heard four Kaiser Chief songs, including "Ruby", and then peaced out.



I will say that the Kaiser Chiefs sounded great. Well, as great as you can sound in Roseland. Their frontman was incredibly energetic and his voice sounded just like the album! I was impressed. Too bad the days are gone when they would play Mercury Lounge. I have a feeling that an intimate setting with all the right acoustics for the KC could lead to a pretty perfect evening. I do wish I hadn't gotten so pissed off about the non-musical aspects of the show and stuck it out to see their entire set.

I really love Maureen because she understands the importance of FOOD. To soothe our battered concert-going souls, we headed over to Kyotofu for some really delicious appetizers and deserts. The overall design of the food and space is magnificent. The flavors are full, unexpected, and pure bliss. The service is excellent. I was so happy, it almost made up for Roseland.














Sorry these pics suck. I'll fix them when I get back to my crib.

Sunday, April 8, 2007

what a dirrrrrty weekend!

From S-Yo:

Oh SHIT, WHERE do i begin with this weekend?

On Friday night, I had to settle the Martin Sexton show at the Nokia Theatre. No, I did not catch any of the show, sadly. I really do like him. M$ attended the show and said it was great.

Saturday night, all four of us Coachella 2007 Ladies were graced with the presence of Intern Caryn, made the trek from Penn Station to Nassau Coliseum in Long Island (er, Lon Gisland) to see Christina Aguilera. Don't laugh at us, S-Yo and E$ worked on Christina Aguilera from day one (our company promoted the tour). So it was only totally righteous that we see at least one show to know what kinda product we've been endorsing. It was definitely A SHOW. C-train pulled out all the stops: pyro, trapeze artists, multiple costume changes, and of course, her amazing pipes.


We knew it was the beginning of a sweet, solid evening of fun when we hailed a cabbie that boasted a blinged out mini-van with an automatic-closing sliding door and a hula-girl. oh, and reggae jams galore.


The guys on the road with production and finance hooked us up with catering tix backstage. So, we got a free, yummy dinner chockful of pan-seared tuna, delicious eggplant encased with crispy, golden phyllo-dough, ze best aspargus of my life (my pee also smelled so!), and deserts!!! not only that, but the spread included vitamins. Here we are, taking our Flinstones so we can stay strong and healthy. L to R: Caryn, Elissa, Maureen, and Sam.


The infamous Pussy Cat Dolls opened for Christina. So did Danity Kane, but we missed them because I was parked out at the desert table in catering and couldn't stop eating. After everyone physically pulled me away from my plate, we got out just in time to see the PCD.


UMMMMMMMM, i hesitate to use the word SLUTTAY to describe these girls, but let me tell you, as a woman, I felt extremely uncomfortable watching these ladies writhe around the stage in booty shorts and boots. Maybe it's because they make me realize I should drop 20 pounds or maybe it's because I knew there were TEN YEAR OLD girls taking all of this in and probably subconsciously absorbing the message that they need stripper poles installed in their bedrooms to become real women.






AAAAAAND HERE SHE IS!





Christina's grandiose entrance. Very Madonna-esque when she was pulling her Marilyn phase shit.

She chose to open with "Ain't No Other Man." Good decision.


































The final song. Christina chose "Fighter." My favoritest of her catalog.


After-show is always ze best time! We chilled out in the production office for a bit, then partied with the venue management in their offices. The peeps at Nassau Coliseum were so hospitable and fun, Coachella 2007 LOVES YOU! They even ordered a LIMO to take us back to Manhattan from Long Island. Here is Jackie representin' Nassau Coliseum as she leads us to our sweet ride. HOLLA.














































We took the limo down to Allen and Delancey to meet up with some of Sam's friends. Elissa and I danced the night away and fended off lots o' sketchballs. We all lied and said it was her 21st bday and got some free shots from dudes! WOO HOO!





Obviously, we are not afraid to post shitty pictures of ourselves. But this is why our friends love us! Until next time, that's the news for now.

M$:

Now from my camera...

On the train ride over to Hempstead, I offered an old TV from work to whoever won at thumb war. It was Sam vs. Caryn. Sam won the first round, Caryn won the second round, so it was all down to the third and final round. Stay tuned for the results! Video coming soon...

Here is our Hemp-mobile. Ghettooooooo.

The high-tech sliding door!


Food at the production office. Mmmm grass. What are these hard things?

The floor of our pimp limo. MARBLE TILES. what what.



Dancing at Lucky Jack's. Which, by the way, is at the North East corner of Delancey and Allen. In case you get lost like we did...

Hot mamas.

PS. Martin Sexton was alright. The crowd sucked; fulled of douchebags who could not keep quiet. And he didn't even sing "Glory Bound!" WTF.