adventures in rock and roll
“Where are you? Have you seen the moon?”
It was sometime around 10 last night. I was in my apartment and had, quite honestly, not given a single thought to the moon. I cradled my cell phone, chatting with Ben as I pulled on a sweatshirt and hastily tied a sarong. I couldn’t very well go to the roof in my knickers.
Unfortunately, the moon was hiding in the only piece of the sky blocked from my view. Ben’s suggestion? Get on the 4/5 to Grand Central, hop the L to Williamsburg and meet him at Laila Lounge. If I couldn’t see the moon, I might as well catch a rock show.
“I am not going to Williamsburg.”
After a long-ass day, I was pajamaed, in bed with Magnum and finally relaxed. I told him as much, wished him a good show and settled in for the night.
Ten minutes later, he tried again. And this time, he said the magic words, “I’ll pay for your cab.”
I’ve been hearing about The Nadas for months. Ben met Jason at Sundance, and has sustained quite the devoted man-crush ever since. Which, after spending last night with them, is not surprising in the least. The music (uploaded to my iPod this morning) is really only the half of it, though. There was a serenade to pizza, a hilarious journey home with Ben playing Tour Guide for our new friends.
“Skate or die, man. Skate or die.”
If you were walking the streets on our route from Williamsburg to Manhattan, the odds were that The Nada’s Mike hollered at you through the car window. Skater, hooker, midnight snacker. All were encouraged to skate or die.
Hours after I planned to be asleep, prepping for another ass kicking at the office, I was back home where I’d started. And despite being something of a control freak, I didn’t really even mind so much. Several really honest, pure performances (Ben’s Shiver was particularly touching) and so much laughing.
It was shortly before three o’clock when I accepted a slap on the wrist from Ben over the state of my apartment (I was not expecting company), munched a bowl of Mini Wheats and finally collapsed into bed.
I never did get to see the moon.
Yea that you discovered the musical genius of The Nadas. They are my favorite live show...ever. (No disrespect to Ben whom I haven't seen...) If you're ever in CO, you must catch one of their shows at Little Bear in Evergreen. Oh, hope that didn't fall into the "unsolicited advice" arena...let's just call it a Colorado tip. :)
Ten thousand babies.
Am listening to the sample music on their website right now! Loving them so far...thanks.
in agreement with tanya, a whole school of fish babies.
Sometimes those random nights that you didn't expect to do anything can turn out to be the best. Thanks for the heads up on the Nadas, always looking for new tunes!
Sounds like the gown of babies is getting flung at YOU now. HA HA HA HA.
Don't you DARE try to pass off the Gown on me, Krissa! You and Stuart had better get crackin', as you'll need something to wear to Shivy's wedding. :p
good for you for getting up and going out. They're the kind of nights you don't regret, no matter how tired you are the next day, and the ones you miss the most when you don't have them any more (DSS might have something to say these days about our departing the house on a whim. damn babies!)
what a romantic thought, though! To ask you to climb onto your roof to see the moon... too bad he didn't just show up and take you there! But still, props to him!
I so don;t go to Williamburg. Once I went with friends because I was drunk, and another time to a lame party. I stay on Manhattan where it's safe!
Did you get laid?
By what? My frosted mini wheats? No.
ooh! mini-wheats. ever try the maple frosted? how bout the vanilla cream?