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Aug 20
Me and Sofia Coppola getting ready to go to The Kills/Black Bananas show Saturday night in Manhattan.

Although I mess around from time to time on Friday nights, Saturday nights are reserved for my imaginary girlfriend. (I tell her that I’m volunteering as a mentor at the Boys and Girls Club on Friday nights which in a sense is true.) Anyway, we were both pretty excited about the show. It’s probably been over ten years since I’ve seen Jennifer Herrema. One of the highlights of my youth was getting to go on a mini-tour with Royal Trux when they were opening for Mudhoney on a few East Coast dates— I had a Fisher Price PixelVision camera and was planning on videotaping the shows but unfortunately, due to technical difficulties and some poor work (and other) habits, the footage turned out really badly, even taking into account the lo-fi nature of the recording equipment and my healthy appreciation for amateurism. But the shows were amazing (this was just before “Cats & Dogs” because I remember Neil playing a tape of the as yet unreleased album in the van). Despite the fact that I shot hours and hours of footage, the only half-way watchable section was a 45 second clip of the band performing “The Spectre.” When the tour hit New York City, Neil turned away from the ALCS game on TV long enough to chat briefly with Jon Spencer, Julia Cafritz and Bob Bert who stopped by to say hello. I think Christina Martinez may have also been there. Of course, I was so star-struck that I failed to get any of the Pussy Galore reunion on tape. I did try to get some footage of Thurston Moore backstage but I guess I should have asked permission to film him first because he was less than accommodating. Anyway, I may have gifted Jennifer with a bottle of pharmaceutical-grade rock star pills during this adventure, but I’m not one to tell stories out of school.

Truth be told, I was a little wary about seeing Black Bananas. The bar was set so high with Royal Trux that I was a little nervous and not really sure what to expect. But I gotta say, the band sounds even better live than they do on record and Jennifer looked and sounded great. 

The Kills put on the best show I’ve seen in a long time. They have the whole package. They have collected and internalized all the best influences and externalized all the right trappings and signifiers. They evince (Ed. note: is that even a word?) that certain brand of scuzzy glamour and skid row swagger (Ed note: ahahaha. Terrible. And corny. Please re-write this section.) that marks all my favorite rock stars. Plus, they write great songs. I’d better stop here before I start trying to come up with lousy metaphors for Jamie’s kick you in the teeth guitar playing and the way Allison holds court, which is part Jennifer Herrema, part Rob Halford, and part Marie Antoinette.

Anyway, after the show, we went to Sardi’s (or was it Denny’s?) where I had to keep asking Sofia to put her phone away. But all in all, Saturday’s night alright.

Me and Sofia Coppola getting ready to go to The Kills/Black Bananas show Saturday night in Manhattan.

Although I mess around from time to time on Friday nights, Saturday nights are reserved for my imaginary girlfriend. (I tell her that I’m volunteering as a mentor at the Boys and Girls Club on Friday nights which in a sense is true.) Anyway, we were both pretty excited about the show. It’s probably been over ten years since I’ve seen Jennifer Herrema. One of the highlights of my youth was getting to go on a mini-tour with Royal Trux when they were opening for Mudhoney on a few East Coast dates— I had a Fisher Price PixelVision camera and was planning on videotaping the shows but unfortunately, due to technical difficulties and some poor work (and other) habits, the footage turned out really badly, even taking into account the lo-fi nature of the recording equipment and my healthy appreciation for amateurism. But the shows were amazing (this was just before “Cats & Dogs” because I remember Neil playing a tape of the as yet unreleased album in the van). Despite the fact that I shot hours and hours of footage, the only half-way watchable section was a 45 second clip of the band performing “The Spectre.” When the tour hit New York City, Neil turned away from the ALCS game on TV long enough to chat briefly with Jon Spencer, Julia Cafritz and Bob Bert who stopped by to say hello. I think Christina Martinez may have also been there. Of course, I was so star-struck that I failed to get any of the Pussy Galore reunion on tape. I did try to get some footage of Thurston Moore backstage but I guess I should have asked permission to film him first because he was less than accommodating. Anyway, I may have gifted Jennifer with a bottle of pharmaceutical-grade rock star pills during this adventure, but I’m not one to tell stories out of school.

Truth be told, I was a little wary about seeing Black Bananas. The bar was set so high with Royal Trux that I was a little nervous and not really sure what to expect. But I gotta say, the band sounds even better live than they do on record and Jennifer looked and sounded great.

The Kills put on the best show I’ve seen in a long time. They have the whole package. They have collected and internalized all the best influences and externalized all the right trappings and signifiers. They evince (Ed. note: is that even a word?) that certain brand of scuzzy glamour and skid row swagger (Ed note: ahahaha. Terrible. And corny. Please re-write this section.) that marks all my favorite rock stars. Plus, they write great songs. I’d better stop here before I start trying to come up with lousy metaphors for Jamie’s kick you in the teeth guitar playing and the way Allison holds court, which is part Jennifer Herrema, part Rob Halford, and part Marie Antoinette.

Anyway, after the show, we went to Sardi’s (or was it Denny’s?) where I had to keep asking Sofia to put her phone away. But all in all, Saturday’s night alright.


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    I agree with the above post but the kills (even though i like them) really have nothing on black bananas…..jaimies...
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