Jarvis and I totally had a moment last night. Even the nice girl who I talked with about Jarv confirmed this! She was looking right at me after and mouthed, "Oh my god," and she said she was sooooo jealous. I was right up front and he pointed directly at me and made eye contact, Then he sang, "Girls like it too," which was sex advice John Peel gave his little brother apparently. And it's true! I do like it too! But only with Jaaaaarvis. I am so pathetically in love. He is my Beatles. He is my Prince. He is my Elvis. BUT BETTER THAN ALL THREE.
Pictures when I come back, I have a great one where he sang the line "teddy bear with an erection." Also, a wonderful pelvic thrust pic. I think I orgasmed, and I wasn't the only one based on the estrogen-heavy screams emanating from the crowd. I wasn't the only one to scream, "I LOVE YOU, JARVIS." Guys screamed it, too! And when he took his jacket off, I might have yelled, "Take your shirt off!" He didn't.
Wow wow wow.
After Jarvis, I headed over with my pal Ben to see Cheap Time, Jay Reatard, and King Khan & His Shrines at the Bottom Lounge. They were incredible. I was blown away by Cheap Time's CHEEEEEEEEKBONES. I want to fuck them all. Also, the drummer had a mustache, but it was okay because he took his shirt off. And Jay was all business. He touched hands with the crowd after his set. I touched his hand!! Yes, sir. And King Khan... Wow. Ben said he is the Indian James Brown, and it is true. He was just spectacular. It was a sexy, sexy set. I smelled things I've never smelled before, and tasted things I've never tasted before. YESSSSSS. Also, I stole the guitarist's pick. He had dropped it at the end of the show because his guitar was having sex with a saxophone. (Srsly.) He also had gone out in the crowd for a little bit, which was way cool. I helped get the cord back on the stage. Also, the bassist BODY SURFED. Yes. It was pretty awesome. There was also a lot of simulated sex.
After the show, it was pouring, so Ben and I had a third round. 312 is not a bad beer! Go Goose Ale. Then he walked me over to Randolph so I could catch a cab, It was kind of scarce at 2 am. Fortunately, this guy with a Pitchfork "Artist" badge ran up to us and asked us if we were trying to catch a cab. He was going downtown, too, so we teamed up and he managed to yell down a cab shortly thereafter. It turns out I was actually sharing the cab with the founder of Pitchfork! We gushed about King Khan and talked bands and stuff. It was pretty cool!
Yay.
I'm off to eat at Lou Mitchell's, and then I'll head over to Union Park for Boris, Les Savy Fav, Apples in Stereo (ugh, I'm going to miss King Khan's performance there), and Spiritualized. HOT HOT HOT.
Pictures when I come back, I have a great one where he sang the line "teddy bear with an erection." Also, a wonderful pelvic thrust pic. I think I orgasmed, and I wasn't the only one based on the estrogen-heavy screams emanating from the crowd. I wasn't the only one to scream, "I LOVE YOU, JARVIS." Guys screamed it, too! And when he took his jacket off, I might have yelled, "Take your shirt off!" He didn't.
Wow wow wow.
After Jarvis, I headed over with my pal Ben to see Cheap Time, Jay Reatard, and King Khan & His Shrines at the Bottom Lounge. They were incredible. I was blown away by Cheap Time's CHEEEEEEEEKBONES. I want to fuck them all. Also, the drummer had a mustache, but it was okay because he took his shirt off. And Jay was all business. He touched hands with the crowd after his set. I touched his hand!! Yes, sir. And King Khan... Wow. Ben said he is the Indian James Brown, and it is true. He was just spectacular. It was a sexy, sexy set. I smelled things I've never smelled before, and tasted things I've never tasted before. YESSSSSS. Also, I stole the guitarist's pick. He had dropped it at the end of the show because his guitar was having sex with a saxophone. (Srsly.) He also had gone out in the crowd for a little bit, which was way cool. I helped get the cord back on the stage. Also, the bassist BODY SURFED. Yes. It was pretty awesome. There was also a lot of simulated sex.
After the show, it was pouring, so Ben and I had a third round. 312 is not a bad beer! Go Goose Ale. Then he walked me over to Randolph so I could catch a cab, It was kind of scarce at 2 am. Fortunately, this guy with a Pitchfork "Artist" badge ran up to us and asked us if we were trying to catch a cab. He was going downtown, too, so we teamed up and he managed to yell down a cab shortly thereafter. It turns out I was actually sharing the cab with the founder of Pitchfork! We gushed about King Khan and talked bands and stuff. It was pretty cool!
Yay.
I'm off to eat at Lou Mitchell's, and then I'll head over to Union Park for Boris, Les Savy Fav, Apples in Stereo (ugh, I'm going to miss King Khan's performance there
), and Spiritualized. HOT HOT HOT.VIEW 18 of 18 COMMENTS
acet:
A friend of mine was a DJ at WVUM and she let me guest DJ once. This was like, 8 years ago. I don't know how anyone can put up with that ridiculously small, sweltering room for any amount of time.
meow:
Thanks for the comment on my Lunch Lady set! 