That Funk in the Velvet Lounge Last Night
No, I'm not talking about the music, although that was certainly notable with the Japanese garage rock insanity of DMBQ. You know a show is awesome when it ends with the drummer crowd-surfing and playing drums at the same time. And when the guitarist is literally crawling in the rafters of the club, screaming into some sort of a gas mask/microphone contraption.
And he was lucky he had that gas mask. Because if you were at the Velvet last night, well, I hope you aren't wearing anything you wore in the club into the office today. If so, you aren't going to be too popular. (Oh, who am I kidding? If you were at the show last night you don't have an office job. The singer for DMBQ -- who went on close to 12:30 a.m. -- even said as much: "You all must not have jobs, I guess.") When you walked upstairs to the performance area, that odor smacked you in the face about halfway up. It was a serious, serious stench.
A few minutes after I got up there, someone else walked up and immediately shouted, "Whoa, someone didn't shower today!" If only it were that minor. I know what it's like to be around people who don't shower. I lived with some hippies for a year in college. (I still have nightmares about those 3 a.m. drum circles in the living room.) It was nothing close to the odor in the Velvet last night. I was sitting near a few people who were trying to pinpoint exactly what the smell was, and I think they did a good job.
Person 1: "It smells like my Grandma's attic had sex with a dumpster."
Person 2: "No, it smells like a rat took a [expletive]. And then ate that [expletive]. And then died. Two years ago."
Ah, the Velvet Lounge.
Posted by: IMGoph | October 22, 2008 4:39 PM | Report abuse
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