These Are The Haps
Anyone who’s anyone knows what’s happening this Friday night:
Everyone’s favorite band
is having a record release party at Sin-e’!
No, I don’t know how to pronounce that. But that’s not what’s important! The important thing is that you show up by about ten o’clock for “a creeped-out brand of rock with frenetic highs, unsettling lows, and strange sexual undertones.” In this way, hearing boy/girl is kind of like having an in-person conversation with me, minus the desperate calls to 911.
The show opens at eight with acts like The Gay Blades, if you can find your way downtown to 150 Attorney St. at Stanton with a ten-spot to get in.
There may also be SEXY PEOPLE there. I’m not promising anything, but you know, GROUPIES.
Just tell them that you’re with the band.
Tell them you’re “boy.”
It’s pronounced Shin-AY, which means “that’s it” in gaelic. And it used to be my old stomping ground, way back when it was privately owned, before they sold out to the corporate overlords.
If you’re nice, maybe someday I’ll take a photograph of me in their old logo sweatshirt for proof.
Man, I used to love that place.
It’s pronounced Shin-AY, which means “that’s it” in gaelic. And it used to be my old stomping ground, way back when it was privately owned, before they sold out to the corporate overlords.
If you’re nice, maybe someday I’ll take a photograph of me in their old logo sweatshirt for proof.
Man, I used to love that place.
Why did I get published twice when I only hit “transmit” once?
Good lord, I just hit the link…it’s not even in the f’ing East Village anymore.
I love that Shin-Ay song “No Ordinary Love.”
Also: “Smooth Operator.”