Wednesday, September 29, 2010
I Can Hear Music
Anyway, I went to see The 88 at Slims last Thursday with my friend and co-worker Kim and her friend Heather. Kim predicted I would love these Los Angeles-based boys, and I do. Imagine if The Beatles and The Kinks had a love child and then bathed that baby in the sweet sounds of The Clientele and The Morning Benders. Sounds good, huh?
Plus, because Slims is a fairly small venue, and The 88 has yet to become super famous, we got to talk to a few of the members after the show, and they couldn't have been nicer. The lead singer even lives in my hometown of Pasadena, which makes him pretty much perfect in my book.
Honestly, do yourself a favor and check out The 88; they are just plain neato.
In other news, I had a fantastic weekend; what about you? On Friday evening, I swung by the Mint to warble a quick tune (this time it was Edie Brickell and New Bohemians' "What I Am," which I had never sung before) before heading around the corner to my new friend Guy's pad for a game night. There were about 20 or 25 five us there eating, drinking and playing, and it was so much fun. Saturday evening saw my friend Sebastian's birthday party at the Hi Dive, and on Sunday, I treated myself to a pedicure before meeting my friend Christine for cocktails and girl talk. We may have had a little too much to drink that evening; so we stayed out longer than we normally do to drink water and cappuccino and give ourselves a chance to sober up. (Okay, Christine had water and cappuccino; I wasn't driving, so I indulged in water and another cocktail.) Anyway, as a consequence, I missed the beginning of Mad Men, but that's okay. Better to be out in the world talking to real people than watching actors in a box, right? That's what I think, as well.
Besides, I can always catch the Mad Men episode in its entirety later this week on OnDemand. And I will, my babies.