May 30, 2005
Best weekend ever
Friday was the big private bluestate gig in a lovely LeDroit Park house. It’s an area I used to speed through on the way to Baltimore and certainly never thought I’d visit. It seems that Logan Circle gentrification has pushed out along Rhode Island Avenue and the interest in Shaw extends east on Florida Avenue all the way to North Capitol Street.
The party itself went from about 7:30 to 1:30 in the morning, enough for four half-hour sets for me, Kyle and N.M. I remember a large margarita machine and some tapas, but not a setlist, as I just burned a lot of songs and tossed some CDs into my backpack with no plans on how to play them.
But perhaps the most interesting part of the evening came when Kanishka walked in the door and before I could whisper to N.M., "Hey, doesn’t that girl that came in with Kanishka look a lot like Jessica Cutler?" he introduced her as Jessica.
There we were, face to face with Number 25, in town to publicize her new book.
A blurry photo of Cutler, Kanishka and myself, looking retaahted
She seemed very nice and impressed all my friends at the party who talked to her as a decent person who is quite honest in her surprise that all these people had made such a big deal about some stories from her personal life that took place over a year ago, which makes me think that she doesn’t understand what makes this town tick. Look at Gary Hart: he makes honest foreign policy suggestions and all anyone can remember is the Monkey Business, from 15-odd years ago.
One down, 27 to go. I'm lookin' at you, Istook!
Saturday, I saw the Raveonettes.
Eeh, I was never a big fan and this show didn’t do much to swing me. The idiots in front of me swinging backpacks around and tossing elbows hither and yon in a pathetic imitation of a 1960s surf movie, sans sand and surf, didn’t help either.
Sunday was Taint. The DJ's set consisted almost entirely of songs that we’ve played at bluestate, with the difference being that nearly everybody danced. As a DJ, the number of people dancing is important to me as a form of feedback, so I was quite envious of that kind of crowd. Maybe if we move from working at joints on 14th Street to bars on 17th Street, we’d get a better reaction…
It’s good to go home safe in the knowledge that you were at the most fun event of the night bar none, and Taint was certainly that. The musical guest, with the former term used loosely, was an electroclash-performance art act, dressed in nothing but red "DANGER" tape and backed up by synthesizer and a Minidisc of drum machine beats. I think some of the people watching her performance were genuinely scared.
Also, for nearly half the night, the DC9 screens ran Aphex Twin videos. Yes, they’re artistic, but they don’t mesh well with Franz Ferdinand, The Rapture and The Cardigans.
Now, it’s Monday and I’m doing work. These days, that translates to "blogging."
Posted by rj3 at May 30, 2005 1:31 PM
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So are you extremely tall? Or are they tiny, tiny people?
Posted by: Kathryn at May 31, 2005 2:37 PM
Hahhahahahahhahahahahahaha!!!! She looks like Adriana Sage the porn star. But i would sport her in a heart beat. I like women who are honest. But yeah, dude you do look kind of short in the picture. Not cracking, just a observation. Great blog, i hope things go well bro.Peace!!!!!!
Posted by: Carlos at June 1, 2005 6:54 AM
did you finger her?
Posted by: cd at June 2, 2005 2:32 PM
Finger her, my ass! The Queen of Ass fucking, herself! WTG K!
Posted by: Wonkette at June 4, 2005 7:27 PM