I turn my camera ON

Another day, another crazy weekend in NYC. Kim and I caught the evening bus into the city, showed ourselves into Vinny's apartment, grabbed some beer and pizza, watched some TV. Vinny didn't get home from work until 1 am. We talked to him for about a half hour and that was the last we saw of him. Saturday morning we awoke at about 7 to his roommate's (Matt) alarm clock. It went off for about a half hour and was eventually joined by another alarm and a ring tone of "Live and Let Die". That went on until about 9:02 am when we heard, "9:02!? SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK," and so on. I think Matt was late. Vinny had already left (he had to be in the office by 8:30 am--that kid keeps crazy hours), and we finally actually woke up around 10:30. Grabbed breakfast at a café down the street, then hopped on a train for Coney Island.

By the time we got to Coney Island, I had to piss like never before--this isn't a terribly important part of the weekend, but I think it's funny that this always happens to me in New York. After my frantic dash for the nearest porta-potty, we wandered around the place and caught Ambulance LTD:



It was fucking hot as balls out there between the sun, the asphalt, and the crowds, so we spent a good deal of time just walking along the boardwalk and hanging out on the pier:



You can see the famous ferris wheel and the Cyclone in the background there. Also, you can kinda get a good idea of the crowd. We braved the heat for brief perusals of some bands:

The Dears



Q and not U, in one of their final performances.



Brendan Benson, who sucked.


and, of course:

Spoon, the entrée. (Note the head in the bottom left of the picture. Fucking Dirk Nowitzky over there decided to plant himself front and center at the concert. He could've seen the show great from anywhere on Coney Island and he chose right there.)

I had tempered my expectations for Spoon since the crowd was so huge and the amusement park threw down a lot of white noise. We wound up getting much closer than I had hoped and the heat dissipated, so the show turned out pretty awesome. They played all my faves--"The Way We Get By", "Jonathan Fisk", "I Turn My Camera On", "I Summon You", "They Never Got You", "Everything Hits at Once", et al. Good fun. I'll let the pictures do the talking:


Foreground: spoons, background: Spoon.



Some guy behind us kept yelling "THEWAYWEGETBYTHEWAYWEGETBYTHEWAYWEGETBY," and part of me was hoping they'd skip that one just to spite the kid. Those unspiteful bastards didn't, bless 'em.



6 billion people on the planet and I went to the concert with the one other person with black Converse All Stars. Some luck.



My shiny, well-proportioned face.


(Not Pictured: Haunted Pussy)

Special Thanks to: Beggars Group, Saddle Creek, Astralwerks, Tower, Matador (God Bless 'Em!), and Sub Pop for giving out more promo CDs than I'll ever be able to shake any stick, living or dead, at.

Lastly, Kim's livejournal-type-thingy should have a write-up post-haste. We here in the blogosphere must be supportive of our siblings-in-arms in the livejournalosphere. Don't worry, they'll come along soon enough.