Last night Little Party and the Bad Business played the Vera Project with YACHT-like Bay-Area rapper Hawnay Troof and Big Black-like Texan guitarist/vocalist The Wiggins. Outside, the snow fell with increasing vehemence, threatening to turn the intimate all-ages underground scene into a deathly-awkward sumber party.
Inside, LPBB's girl's bathroom set was ended by complaints from Key Arena fat cats who (apparently) were attemping to orchestrate the return of the Sonics in an ajacent office. Beaming, angelic post-jock, Casey Catherwood (LPBB) could have talked them down, but why mix it up with big wig loosers when you can move to the Vera gallery?
Hawnay Troof sweapt the floor of the mainstage with his rendering of pompus, suit-wearing white dude meets bitter, road-weary muscian/underachiver/rapper. With a description of his August to December adventure, he got me pretty hyped for not ever touring in a DIY band. None the less, his story about playing drums in the Raincoats (true, I assume) won everybody over.
Even with the snow coming down, I made it back to my parent's house early enough to swipe a beer from the fridge and watch SNL. I felt... not very punk. I think the holidays ruin rock and roll.
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