1/16/2011

Read my lips

So, Black Lips happened this past Friday, right?



RIGHT.

I don't know the exact details, but words like "100th anniversary" and "Sailor Jerry" were thrown in and around "secret show," "Black Lips," and "free!!!" (the last of which I'm fluent in).

According to their Wikipedia page, under sub-header Live Shows:

"The Black Lips have a reputation for crazy live shows that have included vomiting (Cole's medical condition), urination, nudity, electric R.C. car races, fireworks, a chicken, and flaming guitars."
None of these happened, unfortunately. But here's what did. I think they opened with either "Katrina" or "Cold Hands," but honestly, how can you remember anything when the bar is mixing complimentary rum cocktails right before anyone's set? I do remember when they played "Dirty Hands" (the alt-slow dance song of 2010?) I dirtied my pants a little. Then they went into a Jacques Dutronc cover that lasted like 7 minutes and my lips turned black from smiling so hard. When they ended with "Bad Kids," someone threw their beer at me and it stained my favorite sweater. Um, WORTH IT.


~70 min later, show's over. Everyone stumbles into the alley out of Mercury, feeling like we all just made out with each other. Think to myself this might be the closest I'll ever get to being within a 1/2 mile radius of The Viper Room circa River Phoenix's death. Can't physically confirm yet, but if we all wake up with mono tomorrow, pretty sure what night to blame it on.

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