Saturday Nite Fever

I met up with Andie and Julie1 in the evening at the Delancey for The Music Slut's 2nd Anniversary Party. The girls and I sat in the back corner and chilled over some drinks and caught up on our respective lives. Andie had some thrilling news to share -- she's a librarian at the new Mulberry Street Branch of the New York Public Library, and while she was manning the front desk recently, guess which prominent resident of the neighborhood came in and filled out a library card application? None other than the Thin White Duke himself, Mr. David Bowie! Tee hee!

After we had been chatting for a bit, Music Slut Matt came over to say hi and revealed that he was in a slight panic over the fact that the next band up -- The Gaskets -- were experiencing technical difficulties. More specifically, only the duo's lead singer had showed up, and no one could locate his bandmate, the musician. Rut-row! So Plan B kicked in -- the singer got on stage and sang over their album playing on Matt's laptop, while a few partygoers who knew the words sang back up. As weird as it seemed, it was hysterical and it worked. It was like Ashley Simpson on SNL, but without the blips! The lead singer, who had fantastic energy, was very good natured about it, commenting that the music probably sounded better this way anyway. Those on stage had a great time, and I think the audience did too. We loved cheering on Matt & friends.

The girls and I then headed north through the Lower East Side to the Mercury Lounge to catch The Spinto Band, a band that Julie1 and I had dug a few years ago during some showcase at Rothko. It was fairly easy to maneuver up to the front of the itty bitty Mercury, especially when one has four beers worth of liquid courage. We missed all of their openers, but for once, the entire night was not about the music; it was about being with my girls and having a good time. We enjoyed the energy of this band too although I didn't pay too much mind to lyrics or what was going on. I just immersed myself in my general sense of total satisfaction that it was turning out to be a kick ass weekend...(yes, even with that whack job of a Sopranos finale).

(Shitty camera phone picture)