Not feeling too clever this morning, primarily on account of all the free tequila I drank last night. Don’t complain, just drink, right? Honestly, between that and the crowd at Thee Oh Sees show at Glasslands last night, I’m surprised I got a single shot off. But as you can tell by that (almost) totally accidental beaut up top, great things can happen when you chase clear (NOT GOLD!) well tequila with garage rock.
John Dwyer, whom I interviewed for Chief Magazine’s music issue, pulled some serious rock moves last night during a short and sweaty Oh Sees set: chomped microphones, climbed stacks, cut his knee open, and smashed the fuck out of that lovely green flood light with the headstock of his guitar.
Yo. Fucking sweet guitar.
But before all this happened, me and about twenty other people got approached by some circling van cops and told to produce IDs. Never a good sign, right? We all got summonses for “blocking the bike lane” outside Glasslands! I don’t know about anyone else, but in my case, unless that bike lane is on the sidewalk thirty feet away from the venue entrance, that’s bullshit. Damned quotas… they smelled blood when they saw a congregation gathered on an otherwise empty stretch of Kent and cruised down looking to bust people. They got someone for open container early, but the rest was just crap.
Worst of all, the cops tried to make it sound like it was the people using the bike lane that complained about the crowd, but no one was in the street until the NYPD showed up and started taking peoples’ IDs!
Pssht. I’m'a fight that shit. See you in court.
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