So now that it's four days after the fact, I will say that though I was a bit surprised that Ladyhawk didn't headline, and I'm still not into Jaws, the Saturday night soiree that Bison closed out was predictably awesome. The Astoria was packed with a line up outside at around 10pm. If you told any of those people that they'd be waiting in line to get into the Astoria on at Saturday night a year before, they would've laughed at you. Kudos to Erin and MJ for nurturing the old dive into a happening place to party.
The Fader has some new Ladyhawk for you to cop. Apparently so does the Soulseek, amongst other places.
I just want to point out that I called this one from a mile away.
Hey, there's some sweet shows coming...
Jason Collett is at the Plaza on March 22nd. (thanks MK)
Clinic are at Richard's on May 16th.
Christian from the Wintermitts is lending his talents to another band. They're called Sleep Holiday and they're playing with Young and Sexy and the Rub (who are presumably not the DJs from the Bronx) on February 1st at the Railway.
No matter what you think of the Black Keys, you should now check them out at the Commodore because Jay Reatard is opening.
Stephen Malkmus and his Jicks are at Richard's on May 3rd.
If you got shut out of Justice tickets, you can spend a quiet evening with Bon Iver at the Media Club instead for about 1/3rd the price. Phosphoresecent open.
Sex Attack! are celebrating a whole year of not playing records at No Tofu on February 8th. And their weekly at the Modern starts on January 31st, with the appropriate moniker, "OMG! WTF?" I voted for LOLLERCOPTER myself.
Thanks to the anonymous tipster who let us know that Matt Costa is at the Commodore on February 10th.
Collapsing Opposites, International Falls, Calvin, Don't Jump, and Lost Lovers Brigade are at Pat's on February 2nd.
If you're looking for the Makeout tonight, they're at the Lamplighter. They're playing a lot of the Clash. That's probably a good idea all the time for anybody.
ach! no fair, when do I get to see Jay Reatard?!
No, not from Brooklyn... they are in fact this Rub
i like that "internet drama" is a label. what did you call? it appears that the post was removed...
this is what he called. i really don't want to copy and paste all the following comments on the blog entry:
When you go to parties in Vancouver aimed at the atypical hipster crowd, one expects to have a prevalent “scene” presence. By scene, I mean these kids who get dressed up in silly unimaginative outfits, dance around like they are absolutely the hottest thing in the room and try a great deal to look plain and have a bed head when they’ve spent two hours before the party to get said look. These kids are also obnoxious, and most won’t laugh or actually cut loose for fear of looking not so chic and calmly cool.
Imagine a whole room utterly packed to the ceiling with these people. My friend Meg and I walked in, and you could cut the scene with a knife. Everyone was either dancing like maniacs or standing around and having muted conversations drowned out by the pounding beats. We spent most of the evening watching people, and taking a few photos. It was very entertaining, in a stressful sort of way.
Rony of Rony’s Photobooth was there, doing photos of various young folks waiting to fawn their overinflated egos and have themselves immortalized in their carbon copy clothing collections. This was the original reason we went to the party, as he’s taken good shots (most notable are his polaroids) of many randoms as well as DJs and minor celebrities.
I won’t even talk about who put on the party (their names are a byword in my vocabulary), but they were at their utmost level of vapid and horrific behavior to date.
I know I should have known better, but this really was far more intense then I had ever imagined. Compared to the regular scene presence of even a hipster magnet 1/2 Alive Friday (Richards on Richards), this was far more intense.
The best part about the night was while we were waiting in the coat check line, this girl (pictured below) stopped in front of us and after a few seconds said “…well?! Aren’t you going you going to take my picture?!”. She then proceeded to make a kissy face while wildly waving her arms around in a sort of pseudo trance dance. Needless to say, I took her photo if only to laugh at the ridiculous occurrence later on.
Meg and I grabbed our coats, and fled the joint. We were both happy to be gone.
oh, and the makeout is at the lamplighter, not the bourbon.
like it matters, no one reads your cute little blog anyways, quinn.
REBUT! I DARE YOU!
we both know i'm illiterate.
hey, i bought you some 12" to play on the 31st... oh wait. nm.
dude, you bring me some good records, and i'll play them. i promise. maximum of 5 though. i don't want anyone to think i'm getting legit.
they better be dancable. although i will accept air supply. lost in love is an amazing album.
i didn't know they made a vinyl expansion drive for the macbookpro.
hold up. did you actually get some tables?
it's the modern, man. that dj booth is more pimped than xzibit could ever do.
like i can afford tables, or a macbook pro.
i still really want to buy this for my pc though.
revive A COMMON MISTAKE. i dare you.
i'm sincerely hoping you become the world's first cassette dj.
You didn't like Jaws? Personally, I think they're every bit as good as Bison...though I preferred them when Kevin Keegan was still in the band.
Dustin, thanks for the clarification. While that party certainly sounds lame, i can't help but wonder why you care so much about the actions and behaviour of people that you don't know?
I know that sounds rude, but I mean it in a non-insulting way... which probably doesn't come across on Quinn's blog comments.
for added clarification, that's not dustin's writing, he's just quoting the blog that i linked to.
oh shit! they're turning on me!!!
this is why i should have paid attention to correct quotation practices. was that english 9 or 10? i smoked a lot and a lot of pot back then. i had dreadlocks. true story.
did you read that Fader article on ladyhawk? i like the part when the guy writes about how the band grew up in "the small town of colona, british columbia". that was good for a laugh....
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that makes more sense now