Last night, Delta Spirit headlined a show at Irving Plaza with Jeff the Brotherhood and Fidlar. H.C. and I were in attendance, as I've tried to go to a show for the last month and have failed in all my attempts. The reason being my current living/commuting/job situation kind of sucks right now, but that’s a whole other rant. Anyway, I got out of work late and ran to H.C.’s apartment where I immediately changed out of my work clothes while simultaneously taking large swigs of Sailor Jerry Rum. We managed to get the show just in time to grab some pounders from the bar and watch Fidlar’s set. Fidlar, an LA based surf punk band, has been a favorite of mine for a long time now. For me, they we’re by far the most entertaining act of the night. Despite the smaller crowd, their set brought a lot of high energy and fun to the venue. The cool thing about a band like Fidlar, is that no matter what you’re doing with your life they’re the type of group that can still make you feel like you’re at a drunken party in your friend’s basement. They closed with their hit “Wake, Bake, Skate”, which was a perfect way to leave the crowd in a happy/thirsty for cheap beer type of mood. The other bands played well, and my extreme exhaustion probably attributed to me not enjoying them as much as their opener. Delta Spirit really filled up the place and put on a pretty impressive performance. H.C. and I truly enjoyed one of their die hard fan’s lonely dance moves next to the bar. I unfortunately did not take any photos of the actual show, because we found a very comfortable spot to post up in the back…and my hands were occupied with beverages.
Monday, November 12, 2012
I ,through my own personally issues, believe this last week to be worse than the one prior. Why you ask? Not only did a snow storm come through and fuck more shit up, but the traffic situation is an absolute nightmare. People who live in this area already know how shitty it is to get from place to place without a natural disaster screwing up everything. Every night I went to Port Authority bus terminal, I would experience crowds that rivaled most concert festivals. There was barely anybody directing or managing the situation. Some legitimately feared a riot would break out on the level where I wait for my the bus (which at minimum was an hour wait). Luckily nothing too bad happened, probably because people were so tired from all the shit they endured recently. Today was supposed to be the day that everything got back to normal, but in reality that would be way too optimistic. This morning a bus broke down in the express lane right in front of the Lincoln tunnel, which resulted in the longest amount of time that I never want to endure on a bus into New York City. An average forty five minute ride (which could be on 25 minutes) turned into a four hour ride. I could have gone to the shore and back twice in that time frame. Lets pray shit gets back to normal tomorrow.