So this evening when I got into the elevator I was greeted by a cute Asian chick and on the floor below a girl in a puffy jacket with a ski resort brochure got in with us. It was a motley mix of us: Asian hipster, Miss Nordica, and me, a burnt out writer with a bottle of Tanqueray 10. Premium, I only drink the best. It was about as close to Hank as I will ever get. A bottle in hand, writer's block from a Shakespeare final in which I incorporated Rambo, on my way out to find some sort of perverse version of sex that only Hank would enjoy (the last part is a bit of an exaggeration, just the mostly regular sex for me).
I found what I was looking for though...
Last night I went to see The Joy Formidable with my friend Other John (not my Hebrew Friend). Ever since I found out that Lance has been consistently reading this I've had to clarify more about things. Of course he always takes everything on here with multiple grains of salt so I don't worry too much about it. The show was an intimate one at the Northstar Bar in the city. We drove around the block multiple times looking for parking and after many stares from various people we found a spot. The wait in line to get in wasn't too bad, we spent most of it reminiscing about Borders life. Inside was a small space with the concert venue on one side of the building and the bar on the other. I still have the "copy" stamp I got on my wrist from getting into the bar. I ordered a Mad Elf beer for $9. It came in a wine glass, excuse me a chalice as Porch Beers corrected me before we had an Anchorman moment. It was still the same wine glass that we use at Buca, so it was a wine glass to me.
The show was amazing. Only The Joy Formidable played and it was a single set, no longer than an hour. They of course play Abacus and ended with my personal favorite The Whirring. The whole show was a benefit for Toys for Tots so the stage was decorated with $1,000 worth of toys the band had gone out and bought for the charity.
I had an amazing time last night, but not as good as it's going to get tonight.
I found what I was looking for though...
Last night I went to see The Joy Formidable with my friend Other John (not my Hebrew Friend). Ever since I found out that Lance has been consistently reading this I've had to clarify more about things. Of course he always takes everything on here with multiple grains of salt so I don't worry too much about it. The show was an intimate one at the Northstar Bar in the city. We drove around the block multiple times looking for parking and after many stares from various people we found a spot. The wait in line to get in wasn't too bad, we spent most of it reminiscing about Borders life. Inside was a small space with the concert venue on one side of the building and the bar on the other. I still have the "copy" stamp I got on my wrist from getting into the bar. I ordered a Mad Elf beer for $9. It came in a wine glass, excuse me a chalice as Porch Beers corrected me before we had an Anchorman moment. It was still the same wine glass that we use at Buca, so it was a wine glass to me.
The show was amazing. Only The Joy Formidable played and it was a single set, no longer than an hour. They of course play Abacus and ended with my personal favorite The Whirring. The whole show was a benefit for Toys for Tots so the stage was decorated with $1,000 worth of toys the band had gone out and bought for the charity.
I had an amazing time last night, but not as good as it's going to get tonight.
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