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Ok, so I haven't gone to anything yet, but Im looking forward to all of these immensly.
Bringing us to our weekend round-up...

Friday ( today/ halloween) Oct. 31st

LE PILL!!



And a blast from the past THUNDERDOME ( trust the dome is good around those parts)



Also not to be forgotten , Mr Maniatis gives us



and if we're still standing, a couple of thoughts about Saturday

Circus NOV. 1



always seems to deliver, but here at the tip , we never say never.

...

xo

Knight of 77'

Our Tuesday evening , or rather last night was pretty interesting, to say the least.
Besides the fact that the weather was strangely apocalypse like , in regards to the roaring winds and dark ominous clouds that covered the night sky.
But enough of me delving into my obviously burgeoning poetry career.

In any case Tommy and I decided to hit up two of the more conflicting parties going on that evening , Emarce's Ice Cream Social and Boston's very own HearthThrob.

Beginning at IceCream social wound up being to our advantage, due to the fact I was able to grab a couple of words from DJ Emarce, who was definitely giving me Little Richard meets Jerry Lee Lewis. I know,so hectic, but all so fitting at the same time.
In any case there were a couple of major questions to be asked especially regarding the validity of this party , because as some of you may or may not know there are dozens of long established 50's and 60's based dance nights in Boston i.e ZuZu's Mambo Beat Club, and occasionally overlooked, Cheep Thrills A GO GO. So, It was extremely important for me to discover what exactly is going to separate this party from the others.
Emarce, never lost for words, quickly notified me of his love regarding all things 50's and 60's and is appreciation for the xm radio 50's station. However, there was an urgency in Emarce's approach to wanting to "turn kids on to something different." Almost, indicating a lack of faith in our so loved Boston electro scene, and for the record,
can you blame him? Throughout the duration of our quick conversation, Emarce often used the word "different." either, in regards to "wanting to do something different" or " be a part of something different." to name just a few examples.
But , despite an obvious enthusiasm and excitement, I could not help but wonder If just saying you love the fifties, spinning doo-wop, making your night 18plus, and handing out free vegan Ice cream is really doing something "different."
Honestly,anyone can say they love the 50's , make your night 18plus, and hand out ice cream. Those of us that have been going out in Boston, know that we have seen this before, and I think we're going to need to see a lot more before Ice Cream Social becomes anymore than just that...another Ice Cream Social.

On the other end of things, our evening takes us to HeartThrob.
This evening is of particular interest, because it is our dear Katie Frothingham's birthday, and not to be ignored a live video shoot of for Jokers of The Scene.
I guess due to the bowl we smoked in the car, HeartThrob literally made my heart throb/ slight skip in the beat, heads swell, and balls drop. This time, we have to hand it to them, despite the cold outside HeartThrob was full of pre Halloween energy. From the CEO's mime get up, and all the way to a short bald man in a bunny suite ( h e c t i c ). Moving forward, when we arrived Morgan Louis was on, and I was def feeling it. A nice audio based "pu-pu" platter of electro house, so to speak. Although, JOTS kept us moving and strangely aroused I felt like there was really no build up within the set. Felt a lot like being led in circles through the nice part of town, enjoyable but redundant.
However, that is just one angle on the situation, and here's another one
"these girls are too short to be pushing into me"

xo
Knight of 77'

But, I don't like you and I will make fun of your costumes this weekend. Click* Cick!* Get Ready!

I recently saw Russel Brand and his rouched satin pants, sheer lycra top with uber-femme waistband and Ann Demulemeester S/S 08' (LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAST YEAR gasp) cardigan at the unemployment office in Trafalgar Square, he told me "ey' Mate, I love the Queeny.(no pun intendo)" This didn't actually happen, but his contrived "Devil may care" just woke up next to your girlfriend look makes me want to look forr my 24k wrist slittler think that if we ever did encounter each other, that would be the only case senario. Then he would ask me if I knew what crumptets were and I'd be all like, "crumpeys?" being coy. He would tell me he "thinks a well-fit bloke" and "this is the first bloody time I've done this"then I'd have to go to Page Six and The Sun and tell them about how I got my first case of crabs. G'day mates.

and lets not even mention the fact that I loved it.
But I will explain all of that later.

In Boston, it's extremely hard to believe anything you see and take it seriously. In fact, in my humble , or not so humble opinion I don't believe half the shit that goes on. However, Sunday night Barnicle made me believe every note and line. So allow me to point out key stops on the Barnicle's rock and roll road of faith. Trust me , they make it easy enough so that there aren't too many stops on this road map, to the return of the girl next door with great tits(c'mon, Karen you know its true), and even bigger balls.



First and foremost, Barnicle is not only musically brash . But on stage carry a stage presence reminiscent of Veruca Salt meets John Water's "Cry Baby". Karen Barnicle's convictions, declarations, and exaggerations are made subtle through her all knowing facial expressions. Eyes bright, conveying a small smirk allowing you into a joke that you have heard maybe one too many times, but for fucks sake whats wrong with laughing one more time?



Flanked to Karen's right, Joan Jett/ Chrissy Hyde mash-up bassist Lindsay Star keeps time while reminding us that these girls can head-bang with the best of them. However, not to be outdone,lead guitarist Kevin Rheault's jarrying and well crafted solos( seriously, haven't seen one of those in a real long time) and drummer Lucian Garro's steady beat's and severe technical prowes, give these ladies the backing they need in order to keep us on our feet.



In between sets, I had the opportunity to have some great " im drunk and pretending to be intelligent" conversation with Karen.
Unlike my conversation's with Hercule's and Love Affair's Andy and Nomi, this one wasn't punctuated with useless star struck rambling. Quite contrary I found myself , taking the stance of a friend and follower excited for the future of this band.
Throughout my conversation with Karen especially in regard's to the future of Barnicle , Karen or "The Martha Stewart of Rock and Roll" to quote her is simply looking to,
"Be in band with my friends and be happy."
However, Karen notes; " Music is getting much more digital, and the live performance is dying , so we are just trying to keep it real"
Honestly, how can I disagree with someone that plugs straight into their amp? Any suggestions?

All things taken into consideration although, Im not really a huge fan of live shows at Middlesex , Barnicle delivered above and beyond. Seemingly appearing to be your best friends garage band, and a whirlwind of 90's throwback estrogren driven rock and roll.

Im sure you were all thinking... just when I had gotten over giving lengthy kiss ass reviews, and then its the Barnicle CD release party.
I know thats what Im thinking right now, but fuck it , they really are that good.

Speaking of good , the Barnicle CD release show also brought another couple of facts to the light....

THE DJS?!?



Never to not give credit where credit is due, Dr Claw's opening set was literally everything I needed to hear last sunday. Maybe its the freak nasty in me, but Im really into the slow build up in all facets of my life. But especially regarding opening night sets. All too often I have been finding that people just jump right into and almost suffocate the night to death before it even wakes up. Dr Claw, did just the opposite of that a set, we were allowed to ease into our night . Gradually brought to life with such standouts as Rick James's oldie but a goody, "Ghetto Life." and even better we were lucky to hear U-Tern's phenomenal remix of Kelis's "Trilogy"



Not really too sure if I could count on the infamous Texas Mike to be a team player in this situation , I found myself very pleased with the flow from Claw to Mike. First, rather than rushing to pick up things, Mike again allowed for the listener to gradually fall into place with the motion of his tracks. I was especially pleased with Mike's attention to detail while picking and choosing the element's of his set. Although , overlooked occasionally, Boyz ( twelves mix) was a well welcomed piece to his set, and honestly got the blood moving to all the right spots. By the way, feel free to do what you want with that information, perverts.

But, I think the true standout of the evening in regards to getting the party started was definately our personal favorite, The Pill's Micheal V.



And I think I'll start with this statement....

"Boston electro Djs duck for cover. Micheal V is coming and he is not leaving survivors, organ donors, or widows for that matter."

Very rarely do I like to use the term " banger" in fact the term is an affront to my every sense, including smell.
However, Micheal V's collection of indie rock remixes including a fist pumping, ass fucking ,jaw dropping remix of MGMT's "Kids", had literally everyone left at middlesex dancing like there probably wasn't going to be a tommorow. My stance was this, as long as Micheal keeps this shit up, im looking forward to tommorow as long as he's djing.

So , to sum everything up

Welcome back Micheal V, and Congrats to Barnicle

xo
knight of 77

p.s the weeks event pickscoming asap.

looking to get real TO'UPPPPP Tuesday....

well if you know our wonderful Katie Froth Froth then you know she will be getting even looser than she already is, which i didn't even know was possible. come celebrate her birthday at that night that makes your lil heart throb from all that con con you all be doing in the bathroom.


so all of you trifles better pull a look together and come to terms with the lifestyle your living and check this shit like it's a real tip

I can't figure out a way to start off this post. Maybe I just can't top myself after such a complex Australian satire, aka the post below this, aka the only fucking post this weekend (aka THATZAKBROMAN.INFO)

Don't worry, Knightof77 and I were out for most of the weekend. I'm sure he has a lot more to write about, but the Barnicle (pictured above) CD release show at the Middlesex Lounge was easily the highlight of the weekend for me. It's great to cap off a Sunday with an open bar and siqq bangers. I don't want to steal my blogmatey's thunder, cause I know he'll write about it later tonight, but let me give a shout out to Dr. Claw for getting things rightly started so that Texas Mike could do his thing yall, even dropping my faves Bangers & Cash like a true DJ only would.

I'm going to put a mix of one of my sets this weekend for you later tonight, but for right now check out this track by other personal faves The Russian Futurists:

The Russian Futurists are/is essentially a neighborly Canadian by the name of Matt Hart, who I added on the Facebooks in a vain attempt to tell him he was doin it right. Or at least tell him that his music reminds me of my ex-gf's smiling face during an early-December winter in Harvard Square:


No really, get on that box of tips I just gave you. The guy is talented and you should buy all of his stuff. I'll see you later tonight kids.