So as you might have noticed, for the last few months I’ve been Captain Super Boring, rarely going out to see *gasp* concerts and even less frequently going to dance/club nights of my friends. On one hand that makes me feel like a bad person, on the other hand I am an old lady and I reserve the right to be a curmudgeon.
But this weekend I took time out of my busy schedule of blogging about Fall Out Boy/ looking up NY state B&Bs/ adding movies to my Netflix queue/ ordering holiday gifts online to head out to 1. Baby Girl’s holiday party in Westchester 2. birthday party on the Lower East Side 3. Oohla’s acoustic set at Sarah‘s apartment and on Monday, 4. SPIN’s Year in Music party at Hiro Ballroom.
Baby Girl‘s annual holiday party was a blast, as per usual. I got to hang out with lots of old friends who I hadn’t seen in a while, which is always great. Not to mention all the tasty treats that filled up my belly.
When I got back into the city, I headed to Revolver on Rivington Street for my friend Jesse‘s birthday party. It was our one last night of illegality. Things will never be the same. When her roommate (and emo uberwriter), Emily, cut up the chocolate cake, they kinda looked like birthday cake turds, but they tasted deeeelish, so whatevs.
I popped over to Casa de Ultragrrrl to try to check out the Oohlas, but as soon as I walked in the door I was greeted by a WALL OF PEOPLE. Sweaty sweaty hipsters, but thankfully no smoking inside. Already pooped from lack of sleep and lack of oxygen, I headed out before the Oohlas got to play. (I’m old, remember?) But Audrey stayed, so check out what she had to say about their performance.
The next day I dragged myself out of my zombie-like state and headed up up up to Hiro Ballroom for the SPIN party where Girl Talk, Cold War Kids, and Gogol Bordello played. I missed the much hyped Girl Talk dance party, but I caught like 2 1/2 songs of CWK while I discovered that there was no more free beer, much to the sadness of…well…everyone.
I’d never seen Gogol Bordello before, but the SG told me that they were one of the best/ crazy/ ridiculous live acts he’d seen. They certainly did NOT disappoint. When they came on stage, everyone ran up to be part of the fray. Even Nick Zinner of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (and resident DJ for the night) could be seen off to the side of the stage, looking on with absolute awe/ shock of the incredible spectacle before him (above).
It was a cornucopia of crazy on and off stage. Lead singer Eugene Hutz was dressed up like a gay circus pirate, with neon green and black skin-tight striped pants, a shmata with a System of a Down patch sewn on, black tshirt, and white button down gauzy shirt with yellow smiley faces running down the front. The crowd was basically apesh-t crazy, jumping ’round herky-jerky like a bunch of pogo sticks with Tourette’s, screaming back at Eugene every chance they got. I ended up climbing on the stage to steer clear of any elbow-to-the-face related injuries and so I could take photos, so if you thought you saw me up there, yup, it was me. Several times I thought I was going to get wacked with a bass guitar/ drum/ mic stand. Luckily I did not. Simply off the wall.
Who knew gypsy punk so so spirited and bad-ss??
By the time it was over I was indeed ready to go home, although I’m sure the night continued on without me…Maybe my New Year’s resolution should be to not be so damn old…
Read more about the show on SPIN.com.