Okay. Somehow, inexplicably, with even less sleep than last night, I’m up and functioning better than yesterday. Webster Hall was bigger, louder, and more insane than Blend Bar.Cross Canadian Ragweed opened, playing a different set of songs, putting on an amazing show. We met up with some friends, and weren’t surprised to find some familiar faces from the night before as well. We all took the same positions right up front, and made enough noise that Cody Canada recognized us, thanking those of us from Jersey who came to both shows! These guys are awesome, and if you’re looking for some real, honest to god in your face alt-country-rock, they’re worth the look.
The next band up was a bunch of New Orleans degenerates (said with the highest respect), and the name of the band is… Cowboy Mouth! My voice is gone from shouting that over and over, as this band demands audience participation on all levels. Getting smashed, dancing and screaming isn’t enough. Expect to leave exhausted, laughing, grinning, and friendly with your fellow audience members. The show goes beyond description, though checking out their site and listening to recordings gives a bit of a hint. I’ll be seeing them again, and I’ll make sure I’m well-rested, well-hydrated, and eat my Wheaties before going! Oh, yeah… and I even caught a drum-stick!!!
Okay, so last night, by some wierd twist of the universe, Cross Canadian Ragweed was playing in, of all places, Ridgewood, NJ. Go figure. Needless to say, we were there. Damn right. Who says I can’t function on 4 hours sleep? ‘Cause tonight they’re playing Webster Hall in Manhattan, and if you’re gonna burn it at both ends, why not throw some gasoline (and Scotch) on you’re at it. If this isn’t all that coherent, it’s just cause neither is the person at the keyboard right now. All in the name of fun.
Also, I’d like to mention that the opening band, a bunch of local grown Jersey guys operating under the name of Super Satellite, were pretty damned good. I’ll be following their progress and listening in to them more closely after I’ve caught up on some sleep. (Place your bets how much I get tonight.) My ears are still ringing, my head aches a bit, so let’s hear it for round 2! What?
And a side note for those of you out there who’ve written me over the last few days. You know who you are. I may catch up on some email tomorrow, though that remains to be seen. Right now, my mail is on another computer, and I don’t have an address to reply. Congratulations, the baby is adorable, and as for Annabel Lee, there is more to the name, but that goes without saying.
Over the coming weeks, I won’t be posting much, as other obligations call. But from time to time, there’ll be things like this showing up…
Most times, the concept of NEW doesn’t excite me all that much. New usually means more plastic, more mass-produced and generic, lacking a certain style and grace that went out of fashion some fifty years ago. Nowadays (wow, does that make me sound old!) so much is designed on the computer, and most vehicles have acquired a mundane similarity, distinguished only by the occasional unmemorable variation. It’s an evolution of sorts, I suppose, all the same, I prefer the lines of cars, trucks, and boats from the 1930s through to the ’60s. There are a few exceptions after that point, where a traditional, ‘form equals function’ design still exists, but for the most part, little out there these days will turn my head. This is one of those exceptions… Perhaps they’ve gone a bit overboard on the chrome and lights department, (kinda brings to mind a blinged out Escalade) though clearly that has a following with some drivers. Love it or hate it, there’s nothing subtle about this one.
The Navistar Lonestar. Even the NY Times took notice.