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Apples in Stereo The
Holmes Brothers |
NYC
Road Trip /
07.07.05 - 07.11.05
This made the $5 Yuengling drafts less painful. 7/7/05 A fairly decent crowd was there as we arrived and sat through a couple of songs from some Phish wanna-be kids playing boring instrumentals. So we bailed and hit up a couple of different bars within a short walk in the Village. Upon our return Dash was already on but the crowd had dwindled to only 10 or so people. The band was unfazed though and tore through their catalog of clever country rock songs. Wifey and I became annoyed by some chick who, standing right in front of the band, kept holding up her cell phone camera in the guys’ faces. I’d like to think that when I’m taking pictures I’m not being annoying but there is something about the way people hold of those damn phones, arm completely outstretched, when taking a photo that seems intrusive. Wifey was indulging my drunkenness this night but being with child and sober she was getting tired so I decided to yell out my request, “If I Hide,” before we left. Well something got lost in the space between myself and the band as they acknowledged me and began playing their one-hit-wonder “(Let’s Go) Smoke Pot,” a parody of the Fifties dance hit “At the Hop.” Good enough for me as we called it a night. 7/8/05 Afterward, we headed over to the Lower East Side to try to catch The Constatines at the Mercury Lounge but it was sold out. So we just walked around and hit a few bars. One note: on seeing what may be one of the shittiest bars I’ve ever come across we of course dropped in and enjoyed drinking with the crazies for one cheap beer. 7/9/05 He gave us a quick tour of the neighborhood and we walked through a crowded church fair that was off the beaten path. Later, and sitting at a bar, we were talking to a cool bartender originally from Johnstown that was making us feel at home and he hooked Chance and I up with a Flaming Lamborghini, a truly spectacular drink that creates a trail of fire in it’s wake. We noticed a group of people heading through the door and looking closer, I realized the members of the most rocking live band in the world, Marah, had just walked in. Wow! I was fucking ectatic. I went over and began talking to Serg explaining how I had seen the band in the Burgh’ four times in the last year and mentioned my pictures and he said he had read my review from my posting on their message board. Cool. Kirk came up and said hi and later we sat outside and talked with Serg and Dave for about 20 minutes about various shit and were making fun of Kirk’s running habit. Serg is definitely the nicest guy and I gotta say this just made my fucking trip. Turns out they lived really close by. Side note: Dave, was quite impressed that Chance was in the Williamsburg Saturday softball league. I guess this is what people with no jobs spend their time doing as Chance is also in the Sunday and Wednesday leagues. He got his web address to the guys so maybe this is his chance, sorry, to get noticed. 7/10/05 The sheer number of people in the park was impressive and we spent a good part of the afternoon just sitting and people watching. The next day it was back to the small pond but we were exhausted and though dreams of what might have been danced in our heads getting back to $1.75 drafts wouldn’t be so bad either. |
