Live Non-Nude Non-Girls
Sars: It's packed. Packed. There's a strangely large contingent of Jersey Guido types there, but mostly it's betties, and the betties are kitted out big-time -- halter tops, skin-tight black pants, pints of lip gloss, blinding amounts of body glitter, the whole rock-skank deal. Given that a lot of these girls look like book editors or buyers for Sotheby's -- the kind of girls who usually wear twin sets and pearls -- it's kind of weird. And I'm wearing a baggy "Summit Diner" t-shirt and black khakis, so I don't think I'll end up on the bus (if you know what I'm saying, and I think you do).
Anyway, the crowd is totally pushing towards the stage, so Mr. S and I manage to score a wobbly table and two wobbly bar stools. It's about ten billion degrees in the club. We're drinking beers. A Jackie Jr. walks up to me, and I think it's one of the forum folks, but it's actually a guy who wants to tell me that his dad used to eat at the Summit Diner every morning. Then another Jackie Jr. stands in front of me just as FLICKERSTICK takes the stage, and when I raise my lighter and flick it Styx-style to pay tribute to the band, I almost light his gel on fire. He turns around to glare at me and I'm like, "Hi. Dork-out. Sorry, dude."
But of course he doesn't hear me, because FLICKERSTICK is setting up, and the amount of deafening squealing that attends Brandin's entrance makes it impossible to hear anything at all. And now here's Mr. S with a non-in-depth non-analysis of the show musically.
Mr. Stupidhead: Okay, so, they totally rocked. Dominic is a really tight drummer, and the sound guy certainly wasn't sleeping. They sounded excellent, and I was pretty psyched that a) I actually knew some the lyrics so I could sing along and b) they decided not to cover "Fade Into You." Sars told me she'd pay me ten clams to scream "I want to lick Dominic's nipples" between songs. I declined, even though it was ragingly my idea to begin with (tee hee). Anyway, Fletcher and Rex bounced all around the stage. In fact, from what I could see, the whole band had a lot of energy. Then again, I'm not totally sure because I was so far from the stage I may as well have been in Guam. Basically, if you watch BOTR, you totally already know what the show was like. The only discrepancy was that FLICK was not wasted at all. However, it was the first of two shows that evening, and Sars and I didn't get to see any drunken shenanigans because we left to get drunk elsewhere ourselves -- but not before talking to Brandin a little sumpin'.