"I S.O.S. Across the Universe"

Got back in to New York earlier today, and even though I didn't have to, I went in to work. Well, first I got a haircut- all decked out in the shiny purple dress shirt purchased from Wal-Mart (I know, I'm sorry). I'm really glad I did go in to work today, because of the really interesting project I get to work on- one mostly of my own doing, hopefully it will lead somewhere.

What I really wanted today was to go to the Earl Greyhound Show in Chinatown that started at 7pm. I was randomly perusing the internet the other day when I stumbled on the fact that they were headlining the MEANY Fest Finals. They did an in-store when I worked at Vintage Vinyl, and by all accounts it was amazing. Of course, I had an exam that day which meant that I couldn't come. And to make matters worse, my co-workers band was opening up for them, but it was at a 21+ spot when I was only 19. So I had to be content with playing their cd over and over again for the next two years- which I did. Besides Wolfmother, there hasn't really been any new rock bands that I actually liked; to me Earl Greyhound was like a rock and roll reedemer or something. And I just knew that I was going to see them today.

Only one problem, the same problem that I always have. Who can I get to go with me? The list isn't too long- most of my coworkers didn't come in today. They had the right idea, staying warm inside their homes, inside their beds, taking the rest of the week off. Can't be a girl. There's no guys left at work. And I'm not exactly hurting for space in my New York rolodex. My only friends don't listen to Brooklyn based inter-racial modern glam rock. And even if they did find Earl Greyhound interesting (which is a very good possibility) they'd have to get through the sounds of a bunch of unsigned bands vying for a chance to get on an indie tour bus. And while that sounds like an interesting night to me, no matter how crappy/white/punk the bands sound, I'm not sure I can say the same for anyone else. And I'm not going alone, not this time, don't have the energy to go it alone today.

So instead I came home, to eat bread, cheese, and tomato soup, say hi to a cold bottle of Sam Adams, and rewatch Season 1 of The Wire. I'm already tired because I didn't get any sleep last night so Sam'll put me to bed pretty quickly. It doesn't come close to seeing my favorite rock band while sipping on a Leffe or some other imported glass bottle beer. But there is something comforting about being home when it's cold outside. Hopefully they'll play another New York show soon.