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This may be the best time of the year. This is the winter/spring transition, when you can walk around in early morning sunshine, still wear your coolest jacket and call in sick because the pollen in the air is fucking up your sinuses (True or not, still very believable.)
True story. Last week I went to see the Weakends, a wonderfully trashy, reverbed-out garage band from Broudeux, France. Think in the vein of Demons Claws (another great French-Canadian garage band) with less of the country western influence, and add more a post-apoc blues touch.)
Unfortunately, the man with the drumkit never showed up. So, being the resourceful foreigners that they were (I mean, only one of them could drive, it was their first time in America, no GPS, no cellphone, just drove from Atlanta to New Orleans to Austin to here with no complaints) a junk drum kit was McGuyvered using a snare drum, paint bucket, tambourine, and maybe a plastic case or something. It took only a little coaxing and a few swigs of bourbon to convince them to play to a room of... one really drunk dude cussing everyone out in Spanish, two bleary professionals (fading fast), the sound guy, and yours truly.
And I'm not full of hyperbole when I declare that it sounded completely raw, it was loud and it was beautiful. In the spirit of DC, and street drummers everywhere, this was truely one of the finer moments I've had at a show recently.
So, this is what you should know. Their self-titled LP is out on Rob's House Records. Mailorder that! (Note: also Digitally available on iTunes, but that's not why we're here..)
Here’s an easy excuse to hit the record store tonight—a free show! The Points are doing an in-store at Crooked Beat Records. As soon as I think about The Points I see trails, police dogs are barking at me and my shoes are stuck to the floor from all the spilled (and thrown) beer cans.
They’re back home after another tour and probably will have a few good stories to share. It's early so check it out if you can. First person to tap me on the shoulder and mention TVD will win a prize. (NOTE: Prize may cause dizziness, nausea, and an insatiable desire to eat human brains)
From Crooked Beat’s website: “Tuesday, 3/10: The Points DC-based loudfastandreckless basement punk band The Points will be playing some songs from their self-titled album debut. Released last fall, the album has been one of our top selling Dc area artists over the last few months.
Performances usually start 7-7:30, and are FREE and ALL AGES.”
One of the greatest things about being a walking time bomb is that your life is always interesting! With the potential for death and destruction around every corner! In other words, I apologize for my brief hiatus (to all three of you who noticed) but as you know, some times bad things happen to not-so-bad people, bad music for bad people (R.I.P. Lux Interior) happens, and that's why Love You 'Till Friday is back a week early on a special Monday morning!
As you show-goers know, March is a bittersweet month. SXSW is a few weeks away, which means every band and their sister's and mother's bands will be touring to get to Austin, and inevitably stop at some point in the middle of the week for a DC show... in between NYC and Atlanta or Memphis or any other city we don't care about because it ain't here. But this also means your weeknights will be filled with excitement as you get to catch some great bands on tour before they go whore themselves out down south. The story goes like this... your band plays a showcase to a bunch of suits (Hello John Norris) who are supposed to drool and publically snub each other in a mad dash to cash in on what the kids are listening to, the NEXT BIG HYPE... but does anyone really care about that? It's really a trip to go party your asses off, and play as many shows and parties all week long, see new bands and eat good BBQ in the nice weather.
So... The point of the previous paragraph was to inform you, in subsequent installments of LYTF, a few good shows to check out that do not involve your television.
Right now I think it's pretty important to go to this show at the Black Cat this Thursday. The Black Lips have been one of my favorite bands for years, and they've definitely payed their dues, earned all this cred so fuck all the haters. There's probably a new album involved (edit: It's called It's called 200 Million Thousand, but I'm still stoked on 2007's Good Bad Not Evil and everything before it....
Oh, apparently the new album dropped today, but I didn't see it while I was out record shopping at the usual DC spots. So I guess you're going to have to go out here to get one... And look, Gentlemen Jesse is playing too! If you missed them a few weeks ago at the Talking Head, here's your next last chance.
This may be the best time of the year. This is the winter/spring transition, when you can walk around in early morning sunshine, still wear your coolest jacket and call in sick because the pollen in the air is fucking up your sinuses (True or not, still very believable.)
Unfortunately, the man with the drumkit never showed up. So, being the resourceful foreigners that they were (I mean, only one of them could drive, it was their first time in America, no GPS, no cellphone, just drove from Atlanta to New Orleans to Austin to here with no complaints) a junk drum kit was McGuyvered using a snare drum, paint bucket, tambourine, and maybe a plastic case or something. It took only a little coaxing and a few swigs of bourbon to convince them to play to a room of... one really drunk dude cussing everyone out in Spanish, two bleary professionals (fading fast), the sound guy, and yours truly.
