A trip to outerspace...

I started the night at the Mercury Lounge to listen to the greasy offerings of Cheeseburger. I have seen them before and they were gracious enough to bring a trampoline last time, but unfortunately with the laws of gravity not applying at this show, the trampoline would have been dangerous. The trio proved to be entertaining, with instructions being yelled out to relax, get drunk and storm the stage. With songs imploring us to get high with the band and living on easy street, the band was a good example of simple straightforward rock, although I feel their drippings would be better received at a party with more people dancing. Ok I admit it the lack of trampoline was getting to me, so I took my night to the streets. I had gone no more than two blocks when I ran into my friend Brian playing the Velvet Underground and Daniel Johnston on his boom box, giving a little life to the streets of Ludlow. The block was a living runway show with participants strutting their stuff to the soundtrack of the night. After a couple of free beers, I was on my way to my sweet sanctuary of a Brooklyn bed. An interesting method I learned last night is to wait at the bar until some girls learn that they need to put at least twenty on their credit cards and watch them flounder for a second before kindly offering to drink a beer so that they can reach their limit. Remember to say, “your welcome,” after they kindly thank you.

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Posted on 7/29/2005 ( Permanent Link )
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