Traveling. Had a night out with three friends who I’ve known for twenty years, in a part of town where — long ago — all of us had spent many a dissolute night.
This band really, really sucked, so I won’t tell you their name. They had a theremin player, which was neat, and I thought she sounded kinda good. But, no, I’m serious: the band as a whole was absolutely godawful in that pretentious, negligibly talented way where you can’t tell if they know they suck so they’re purposely playing terrible trying-to-be-freaky songs or if they just suck and don’t know it.
But how could they not know they suck? How could they not know???
After we left that place (formerly The Restaurant Where the Dead Go to Eat, on the middle floor between Club Heaven and Hell Bar), we went to Pharmacy Bar, and things got better.
Matt on the left, Samantha in the middle, Mike W. on the right. Had a good time.
Love the photos. No Mike E. though!
I’ll have to ask Sam to e-mail me hers. And thanks for the praise on the logo, btw — that juxtaposition was the intent.