AUTOPASSION

Last night we played a show at the Delancy. It was a fun show and our friends TellTale played an amazing set. There was a band that opened up whose name I will not mention because their drummer almost got his teeth knocked out by us. There was a girl who sang soft, delicate country songs after they played and the entire time she performed this asshole was yelling at the top of his lungs shit like "Toad the wet sprocket" or "Love me tender". I was actually surprised he never yelled "freebird". Before his time I guess. At one point the girl singing changed the lyrics to her song and addressed him. Telling him that he was a douchbag and that she was going to cut his balls off after the show. This merely fanned the flames. He proceeded to take his shirt off and dance around like a kid who is drunk for the first time (which was very likely the case). After she was done she laid into him pretty hard and he avoided apology and just whined. "What man I was just dancing. Is that illegal now? Whats the big deal?" and so on. Eventually he left. The rest of the show went smoothly. The sound guy was really into Janes Addiction I guess because that's all he played between bands. Actually the whole night had this 90's thing going on. I wound up talking to this girl from New Zealand who told me about some event she attended earlier that was a group encouraging everyone in New York to take off work for a day and just smoke cigarettes. At first I didn't believe her and then she gave me a sticker that has a big cloud of smoke on it and lines going through it. I'm not sure what this represents but I took it anyway. She was really sweet. We talked about architecture and history while she kept showing me pictures from a book she had just bought on these subjects. After a while in her cute accent she said "Well I guess I owe you a drink". She bought me whiskey and ginger ale. Then just whiskey.

I gave her my e-mail address and we went and smoked. She left and the show was finishing up.

I went downstairs to get my jacket and the room was empty save the band on stage. I just took a quick glance at them. The singer was wearing nothing but a speedo and had some weird homemade guitar that looked like a star wars weapon or something. They sounded very 90's. As soon as I saw them i couldn't help but laugh and thus the beer in my mouth found it's way to the floor. At this the singer and I made eye contact and I don't think he found my amusement amusing. I got my jacket and left. We went to some place called Motor city. Why a bar called Motor city in New York you may ask? Well so did I. There we drank PBR and played probably the worst pinball game in the whole city. Twilight Zone. It must have been at least forty years old. None of the games lasted more than a minute. I probably put five dollars in that damn thing.

And so another "last call!!!!" made it's way into my ears and I boarded the train. Back in Brooklyn all was well. I laid my head on my pillow and dreamt of sugarplums.