This past Friday was one of the crazier nights of my life. After doing up the weekly happy hour my friend Rachelle and I run (Southern theme this week, so a whole lot of bourbon), I met up with friends to try to see a free show that The Hood Internet was putting on here at Yale. Unfortunately, they hadn't actually started yet and there was no one around in the hall, so we just snagged some of the hors d'oeuvres, and then decided to split. At this point, it was 9:50. The next trains into New York were at either 10:08 or 11:38, so we decided to rush and try to make the 10:08. We went back to my friend Nate's room, grabbed a bunch of beers and a bottle of espresso vodka leftover from the fall, and called a cab to meet us at the corner. Once outside, though, we realized that the tickets we had for the Valerie show at Webster Hall were still back in the room. After I sprinted back to grab them, we got in the cab, told the driver to punch it, and made it to the train station and onto the train with about a minute to spare.
Following a train ride that consisted of various stupid drinking games we made up, we got into Grand Central, and, foolishly, decided to take a cab instead of the subway to get to Webster Hall. Once we arrived, the bouncers were being rather dickish and made us go to the complete back of the line, even though we already had tickets, a situation that was none too pleasing. My friend Gabe managed to get in somehow, while Nate and I were left outside. I managed to get up to the front of the line finally, but when I gave my ID to the bouncer, he started giving me shit. Yes, Maine ID's are cheap looking; yes, my picture is from five years ago and doesn't look too much like me now. But, the fact that he still didn't believe me when I pulled out my student ID just pissed me off. I started busting out everything I had: "Here's my debit card; here's my health insurance card; here's my goddamn Maine Educational Association dental insurance card." Finally I got in, and got my bracelet, and I just charged on in to the show, where I found Gabe.
Somewhere in this we lost Nate, and weren't able to figure out what exactly had happened, which really sucked. The concert, though, was amazing. Lovelock kicked things off, followed up by Russ Chimes, Anoraak, and College. All of them threw down incredible sets of retro electro that got the entire crowd dancing. I was rocking out the entire time off to the side and then up front, loving all the music and the energy of the crowd. College was especially impressive, since I'd heard more of the other artists before, but it was really all just fantastic. Gabe and I stayed until about 4:30, when the show finally finished off, and there were only about 15 people left in the audience. The artists started handing out their extra Heinekens from backstage, and we got to talk to Anoraak and College, who were extremely nice. It was a hell of a night, and I would highly recommend catching any of these guys whenever you can (LA and San Fran are up next for College and Anoraak). My only regrets were that Nate wasn't able to get in, and that we missed out on 33Hz.
It was a long-ass night, followed the next day by not much sleep and then The SOBs' annual Gay Sweater Party, which was a ton of fun. The weeks are going by extremely quickly right now. Thursday night I'm back into the City to see Lindstrom, followed by a trip up to Boston for a job interview the next day, then back down to New Haven, so it's going to be another insane weekend. Life is hard, but I have to say I'm loving it right now.
Anoraak - Talking in Your Sleep (The Romantics cover) [divshare] [SF] (This track absolutely killed when he played it live)
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