I'm excited. Not in a sexual way though. Not in a crazy, "Let's fuck up Texas this weekend!" kinda way. (O-H!) No No NO. I'm fucking fired up. Cause the HBCC is out to see COMETS ON FIRE tonight at the Knitting Factory. (See how I did that? Fired up - Comets on Fire. Five years worth of PR slap you upside the dome. "You can't see, blind to your eyes, I'm come up to your face, OOPS POW SURPRISE...uh, yeah, Chappelle Show? Anyone? Okay, let me pick up the pieces here...)Ever listen to classic rock? Like late 60's, early 70's. Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Hendrix, Grateful Dead, Cream, Creedence, The Who, whatever. Pick one. In fact, pick your favorite three, think of the hardest jam you can remember comprised of those timeless crunchy, distortion filled guitars and never-ending drum fills - and you'll begin to get an understanding of what Comets on Fire is. Now, I know you're saying, "Phsshshsaw, that name is stupid. Everyone knows that a comet isn't really on fire because the lack of oxygen in space prevents there from actually being 'fire' in space." SL.AP! Good point, but not on point here.
What makes for a potentially best of the month show? Well, an 11PM start time at the Knitting Factory is a good start. 11PM leaves at least 6 solid hours of drinking time prior to the show. Do I need to tell you, what the fuck you can do, with 6 hours? SIX! So, we should be thorougly fired up come 11. Then you add the face melting, 'noise rock' that this CA band brings with a reckless abandon (lemme tell you, they bring the ruckus) and it actually makes me a little nervous. Like, "Whoa, I'm getting on in my years. Can I still handle something like this?" Add a dash of the band's fan-fucking-tastic new album Avatar that I think has been played on my iPod almost every day since I bought it, and a pinch of what one review called, "bad acid rock" and I think you're beginning to feel a twinge in your pointer finger over that lefthand mouse button as you contemplate clicking here to get a ticket. Oh yeah, and a ticket costs only like 15 bucks. Which leaves a lot of room left in the weekend budget (what's that) for drinking.
Well, anyways, I'm wrappin it up. The HBCC rides again tonight. Concert of the month. I just made that up (concert of the month), so we don't really have like an archive of shows we've gone to see every month this year. Um, let's just say that January, February, March and April our minds were collectively blown by Animal Collective, then May, June and July it was The Roots (but really mostly NAS) and then August: Wu-Tang. September: Comets on Fire.
Comets! YAY YEEAAAHHHaya
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Comets on Fire are awesome live...they pretty much blew my mind about two weeks ago when I saw them...I don't know why Avatar hasn't been getting more buzz, that album is ridiculously good.
Dear HBCC,
I don’t know if you remember me, but my girlfriend and I met you at the Knitting Factory on Saturday night (I have pictures to prove it- that’s so cool, I’ve already shown all my friends!). Well, anyways, upon our introduction, Handsome Bobsled invited me to buy him a drink – turns out the Knitting Factory provides a luxury can of Pabst Blue Ribbon and a well shot for only $6.00. Handsome immediately apprised me that it’s imperative that I not only partake in the $6.00-bottom-basement-bargain, but also that I choose whiskey as my prize-well-shot (thanks Handsome!).
While Handsome ordered us more well-whiskey shots on my tab, I noticed Captain Commando with his arm around my girlfriend, but it’s cool dude, Handsome already explained to me that you were just keeping her company and whispering in her ear merely because it was loud in the bar. Finally, I had a nice buzz and I was ready to listen to some Comets-on-fire, so Handsome escorted me to the other bar near the stage and encouraged me to pound another PBR with him and chase it with some well-whiskey. Shit man, I think I may have blacked out – the last thing I remember was Commando told me he was gonna show my girlfriend to the ladies room (why were you two going outside? Isn’t there a bathroom in the Knitting Factory?) and Handsome shoved another shot in my face.
But anyways, the next thing I remember is I woke up in my bed with no pants on – but strangely I was still wearing my shoes and socks and my Green Day shirt. A large, broad-shouldered woman with quite an Adam’s apple was drinking from my carton of milk as she left my apartment – on her way out she said – “don’t worry, your friend Handsome already paid with his credit card.” What is that all about anyways?
So thanks for the great night HBCC, you guys totally rock!
P.S. Handsome, I forgot to close my tab that night, have you seen my credit card? Commando, I haven’t heard from my girlfriend, do you know how she got home?
comments galore. new weekend summary post coming up shortly, but thanks for weighing in everyone.
jeff's page - nice comment!!! i'm good thanks, wink wink
passion - i know right? perhaps its still too new, plus its a hard sell trying to market 8 minute noise rock songs these days. nevertheless, if we preach the good word, people will listen to the album and love it too.
senor - yes, i left after five songs. which, if i remember correctly, is 4 and a half more than you stayed for.
toby - wow, i mean, wow. you're telling me that we were drinking on friday? accusations and lies the likes of which i've never heard. but i loved you in spider man dawg! fssssssss (sound of me shooting webs)
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