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Nov. 30th, 2007
That's what Mohawk Place in Buffalo smells like. I hadn't been there since I saw Rasputina in 2003, and it reeked then, too. I would have thought that whatever the problem was would be fixed by now, but oh no.
Also, their rocks glasses are what we in Rochester would call a double shot glass. And the bartender does not skip on the rocks. So when I ordered my Gay Pirate (having to explain to him in full detail what it was, as he didn't understand what "captain, malibu, and a splash of diet" meant- and he calls himself a bartender), I was extremely displeased when he assured me that it was not a shot, and begrudgingly paid my $3.50. Also, $2 for a coke? Jesus.
We came here to see Prefuse 73 perform. We paid $15 each to get in, which thoroughly pissed me off, because they didn't list the price for this show on their website, but most of the others shows on the site were between free and $10, so we were expecting less. I was actually furious for Charles about this because he paid for both of us, and it wasn't until hearing the second band did I get over it (because 1. they rocked, and 2. it was like paying five bucks per band).
The first bad was okay. They just played one song over and over, or one long song... They all sounded the same, except for the last one, which was cool. I don't know what they're called, because when the lead singer said their name, she had a very heavy reverb on the mic. But upon a little research, I found out their name: Blank Blue.
The second band, School of Seven Bells was freaking amazing! They were better than Prefuse 73 because they were actually making their amazing music, while Prefuse was mostly just pushing play on his laptop. Anyway, check them out. They're awesome, but their MySpace does their tunes no justice. You should definitely catch them live.
Prefuse 73 was really fantastic to listen to, but pretty boring to watch.
On top of the rancid stench permeating the air all around, Charles got food poisoning from the Amherst Denny's, and is still trying to teach a class today, the pooper- er, trooper. I knew we should have gone to Tom's down the street from grandpa's. But we were too hungry, and Tom's was still ten minutes away.
Anyway, aren't you glad you read all this?
Also, their rocks glasses are what we in Rochester would call a double shot glass. And the bartender does not skip on the rocks. So when I ordered my Gay Pirate (having to explain to him in full detail what it was, as he didn't understand what "captain, malibu, and a splash of diet" meant- and he calls himself a bartender), I was extremely displeased when he assured me that it was not a shot, and begrudgingly paid my $3.50. Also, $2 for a coke? Jesus.
We came here to see Prefuse 73 perform. We paid $15 each to get in, which thoroughly pissed me off, because they didn't list the price for this show on their website, but most of the others shows on the site were between free and $10, so we were expecting less. I was actually furious for Charles about this because he paid for both of us, and it wasn't until hearing the second band did I get over it (because 1. they rocked, and 2. it was like paying five bucks per band).
The first bad was okay. They just played one song over and over, or one long song... They all sounded the same, except for the last one, which was cool. I don't know what they're called, because when the lead singer said their name, she had a very heavy reverb on the mic. But upon a little research, I found out their name: Blank Blue.
The second band, School of Seven Bells was freaking amazing! They were better than Prefuse 73 because they were actually making their amazing music, while Prefuse was mostly just pushing play on his laptop. Anyway, check them out. They're awesome, but their MySpace does their tunes no justice. You should definitely catch them live.
Prefuse 73 was really fantastic to listen to, but pretty boring to watch.
On top of the rancid stench permeating the air all around, Charles got food poisoning from the Amherst Denny's, and is still trying to teach a class today, the pooper- er, trooper. I knew we should have gone to Tom's down the street from grandpa's. But we were too hungry, and Tom's was still ten minutes away.
Anyway, aren't you glad you read all this?