Yes.. the Soup Always Smells that Way....
Out for a few sets at the Gladstone as part of the North by North East thingy going on this week in Toronto and since we missed the way better SXSW this year, felt obligated to drink bad wine and Labatt's 50 to support the local talent. Such that it is.
Got a kick out of The Nathan Coles Outfit. Pretty damn entertaining, though the free form vocal solo gets a little head-splitting after 2 cheap gross chardonnays. The 10pm act was a little more underwhelming. The Hickories list themselves as being from Arlington Virginia. Ewww. Home of the cemetary and an airport. Just say Washington DC for f--k's sakes already and be done with it. Unless you're proud of being home to the Metro's tallest escalator. The lead singer had this bugging-Sheena's-ass look about her that reminded me too much of Carolyn Mark and those creepy baby-bangs when one is beyond a certain age.
Highlight of the evening was looking up at the evening's menu and asking El Chaperone and the Rosie the Riveter barmaid if it was a fricking joke.
Tomorrow night should be better. I think I'll just veg out and watch some television...
posted by Sheena @ 8:01 PM
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3 Comments:
You want head-splitting? Try being assaulted by an out-of-tune guitar through a Marshall stack after a couple of piss-warm drafts. That pretty much describes my entire twenties.
If Marshall was chick, yes indeed... I would be stacked.
Oh Sheena, it looks like the Gladstone is now your new living room.
I'm the guy who wrote "Karaoke = Democracy", as well as "NUKE MECCA" on the men's room wall.
You should go take a look, I'll be waiting for ya. ;)
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