These are some of my favorite people. At one of my favorite places. Singing some of my favorite songs. Needless to say, unblogworthy behavior followed. Good work, guys.
"Hey Jealousy"
"So Cry/Little Red Corvette"
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Nate Campany and friends at Rockwood Stage 2
This weekend the brand new Rockwood Stage 2 opened next door to Rockwood Music Hall (Rockwood Stage One? Rockwood Original Recipe? We still have to work out the nomenclature). Big, big congrats to Ken Rockwood and company on a gorgeous new space, with extra room for dancing, a sweet balcony, a fancy-shmancy sound board and even a Presidential box seat for when Obama or Bono or whoever comes by. Which I'm sure will happen any day.
Nate Campany and the Serenade performed Sunday night, and there was much talk of the new space, and how happy we all were for Ken, and how Rockwood was like one big family, and everyone was all "Aww." And then he invited a bunch of folks up to sing, and since everybody basically knows each other's songs anyway, it was quite a crew, and everyone was like "Ahn." And then this little clip of lovely happened. And then we all made out!
Actually, we just lateraled over to the original Rockwood side bar and talked about Lost, but you know, close enough.
Nate Campany and the Serenade performed Sunday night, and there was much talk of the new space, and how happy we all were for Ken, and how Rockwood was like one big family, and everyone was all "Aww." And then he invited a bunch of folks up to sing, and since everybody basically knows each other's songs anyway, it was quite a crew, and everyone was like "Ahn." And then this little clip of lovely happened. And then we all made out!
Actually, we just lateraled over to the original Rockwood side bar and talked about Lost, but you know, close enough.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
How to Give Asthma Medicine to a Cat
I'm especially fond of the noise I make at 1:43. But that's just me.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Three Hours of Tom Petty = Not Enough Tom Petty
Bar 4 in Park Slope has hosted some killer tribute nights. But I have never seen the place as packed as it was yesterday for the Tom Petty tribute, featuring Bucky Hayes and the Radio backing up a couple dozen singers/songwriters/amazing persons. Most of the evening was pretty well documented by others, but here are a few highlights:
Casey Shea doing a spot-on "Learning to Fly"
Misty Boyce thoroughly rocking "Don't Come Around Here No More"
and Bryan Dunn with the potential #2010 anthem "Even the Losers"
Okay, you guys? Okay.
Casey Shea doing a spot-on "Learning to Fly"
Misty Boyce thoroughly rocking "Don't Come Around Here No More"
and Bryan Dunn with the potential #2010 anthem "Even the Losers"
Okay, you guys? Okay.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Nate Campany at Rockwood Music Hall
I've been a bit tardy in updating the blog. I have things to do, people. Terrible decisions to make. You think I live online? Psh.
Just kidding. I totally live online. Online and at Rockwood, where the lovely Emily has claimed the distinction of being the first bartender in my colorful drinking career to not only know my beverage of choice but to start preparing it when I come in the damn door. Holy crap, is this place great or what? (Hey barkeeps and interested young gentlemen: it's a bourbon and diet. Not too fussy about the bourbon, but if all you've got is Jack, we'll get along fine. Learn it, love it, live it).
For your listening pleasure, here's Nate Campany, supported by Kyle Patrick and Phil Galitzine playing some lovely acoustic stuff at the aforementioned greatest bar on earth. Ahn.
Just kidding. I totally live online. Online and at Rockwood, where the lovely Emily has claimed the distinction of being the first bartender in my colorful drinking career to not only know my beverage of choice but to start preparing it when I come in the damn door. Holy crap, is this place great or what? (Hey barkeeps and interested young gentlemen: it's a bourbon and diet. Not too fussy about the bourbon, but if all you've got is Jack, we'll get along fine. Learn it, love it, live it).
For your listening pleasure, here's Nate Campany, supported by Kyle Patrick and Phil Galitzine playing some lovely acoustic stuff at the aforementioned greatest bar on earth. Ahn.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Dear DC
Dear DC:
Oh, this is precious.
You think that, just because I've been gone eight months, you can still get a rise out of me by trading for my (admittedly polarizing) quarterback? You think I'd take something like that personally, don't you?
DC, you are correct.
Now, DC, I know this has as much to do with the usual breathtaking forward-thinking of the Eagles' front office as anything else, but I am not talking to them right now.
I am talking to you.
So, since you insist on being yourself, let me make a few things clear.
DC, I prefer my cramped walkup apartment with no A/C to my old 1200-square-foot, rooftop pool and gym, 24-hour front desk Mass Ave shangri-la any day. That is how glad I am to not be with you.
DC, New York is more interesting, better-looking and more virile than you will ever be.
DC, they have Five Guys here. So I REALLY don't need you anymore.
DC...okay, DC, you still have Ben's and the 9:30 Club. You've got me there. And IOTA. But that's technically in Virginia, so not germane to our discussion. God, they have good fries at IOTA...
DC, Jeff Laurie may make me want to kick puppies sometimes, but Dan Snyder? Right. Discussion over before it starts, DC, and you know it.
DC, nine times out of ten...NO...nineteen times out of twenty...I was faking it.
DC, I will take the vomit and blood-spattered streets of First Avenue over any of your damn cherry blossoms any day.
DC, you may take my money, you may take my quarterback, but you will never take my freedom.
And I sweartagod, DC, if you win a Super Bowl this year, I will get on a Bolt bus, and I will come down there, and I will cut you.
And, DC, if we win a Super Bowl this year, I am deleting this blog post.
I hate you, DC. God, I hate you.
XO
R
PS Oh, and DC? If you're wondering why I live in New York and not Philadelphia, I will thank you not to change the freakin' subject. Jerk.
Oh, this is precious.
You think that, just because I've been gone eight months, you can still get a rise out of me by trading for my (admittedly polarizing) quarterback? You think I'd take something like that personally, don't you?
DC, you are correct.
Now, DC, I know this has as much to do with the usual breathtaking forward-thinking of the Eagles' front office as anything else, but I am not talking to them right now.
I am talking to you.
So, since you insist on being yourself, let me make a few things clear.
DC, I prefer my cramped walkup apartment with no A/C to my old 1200-square-foot, rooftop pool and gym, 24-hour front desk Mass Ave shangri-la any day. That is how glad I am to not be with you.
DC, New York is more interesting, better-looking and more virile than you will ever be.
DC, they have Five Guys here. So I REALLY don't need you anymore.
DC...okay, DC, you still have Ben's and the 9:30 Club. You've got me there. And IOTA. But that's technically in Virginia, so not germane to our discussion. God, they have good fries at IOTA...
DC, Jeff Laurie may make me want to kick puppies sometimes, but Dan Snyder? Right. Discussion over before it starts, DC, and you know it.
DC, nine times out of ten...NO...nineteen times out of twenty...I was faking it.
DC, I will take the vomit and blood-spattered streets of First Avenue over any of your damn cherry blossoms any day.
DC, you may take my money, you may take my quarterback, but you will never take my freedom.
And I sweartagod, DC, if you win a Super Bowl this year, I will get on a Bolt bus, and I will come down there, and I will cut you.
And, DC, if we win a Super Bowl this year, I am deleting this blog post.
I hate you, DC. God, I hate you.
XO
R
PS Oh, and DC? If you're wondering why I live in New York and not Philadelphia, I will thank you not to change the freakin' subject. Jerk.
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