So last night I went down to a show at The Subjects’ practice space in Chelsea. I didn’t stay long, but it was pretty good. The most striking thing about it was since it was more or less a private affair, no one was hating on shit or talking… It was kind of great. I didn’t have to wake up to see any bash comments on Brooklyn Vegan or remember how big a douche someone had been.
Fuck, do you remember life in NYC before everyone and their mother stopped having fun and started trolling the internet?
I saw this band in Paris at Triptyque. Everyone was super into it, so into it that the super soakers filled with booze didn’t seem contrived at all. That just can’t happen in NYC… not even in a loft filled with bedbugs out in Bushwick.
