I'm writing this on December 11, 2010 - only 59 weeks 111 weeks later (thanks for the correction, Ralph. Bad math!), but I remember this night and it seems like a million years ago. Good times.
On Tuesday night I went out to Brooklyn to see StellaStarr play a small rehearsal show at a club in preparation for a few larger dates they had coming up.
A few free drinks later, Stellastarr went on and I went downstairs to the floor to watch them. (The balcony may make you feel like a "coolkid" but the show just doesn't sound the same from far away).
Mission accomplished I went back downstairs. Rather than show you more band photos, I'm instead going to tell you a story I forget to tell earlier about why I'm a jackass:
So when I was up in the balcony before the Stellastarr started playing, Mandy introduced me to her parents. A few minutes later when the band was playing, I was making my way across the balcony to head downstairs and I noticed that Mandy's parents were standing towards the back of the balcony . I felt bad that they were standing so when I noticed a table of kids near the front of the balcony that seemed to be talking amongst themselves and not really watching the show - I asked if they'd mind giving up their table for a Mandy's parents who'd driven in from the EnJay to watch their daughter bring the fucking rock. They said they wouldn't mind and I proudly went over to Mandy's folks and was like "Hey, why don't you guys sit at this table." It was only days later when I was talking to Mandy did I find out that her parents said they'd really enjoyed the show except for the fact that "some jackass friend of hers" had sat them at a table too close towards the front of the balcony where their view of the stage was obscured by a huge column. Doh.
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