our first trip to tea and sympathy - for, well, tea (if i was a northerner, at any rate). we wandered on over after meeting in union sq about 7, after work. it was small and cramped and there were far too many kitsch teapots, but the ceiling reminded me of my granny's house, and just reading the menu (bangers and mash, baked beans, branston pickle, ribena) made my mouth water. what with only have approximately $45 to last me till next friday, CC was a love and treated me to welsh rarebit (*proper* grilled cheese with branston pickle on the side, sooooo good). it was super tasty and i just felt really satisfied and sleepy and very full afterwards. we checked out the attached shop as well where one of the guys nicked my ipod to check out what was on it. they were all english lads, two of them had broad northern accents. the shop was selling jaffa cakes and smarties and things - amazing. the markup - not so great. i'll just wait till i go back i think.
then we spent a long while dawdling over to the LES, stopping off for magazine obsessions and bathroom breaks and the need to stand in air-conditioned spaces like duane reade then finally turned up at the delancey.
the delancey is a shithole. seriously. i've heard a bunch about it, had some expectations - but it was w a c k. it was so bait. crummy crowd. no atmosphere. it did nothing for me. we paid to get into the basement where CC's friends were playing a gig and where there was still a half hour left of the open beer bar. but of course, we get down there and get told they've just run out of beer. we hung out for a while, inside for a bit (it was overly air-conditioned) and then outside talking the guys in the band that CC knows.
the band finally went on. they were coherent as a band but the music didn't really do too much for me, i have to be honest. it was quite... i dunno, 1990s. oasis. happy mondays. something. i hate oasis. but they had the cutest gay drummer. and the bass player and the guitar player called vince (i think) who's been banned from entering the UK but is trying to sort it out as they've got shows booked over there in like two weeks were both kind of hott too. so they were proficient and pretty, just not really my cuppa tea.
but live music... there's just something about it. i watch these guys play and get a real pang - almost kind of a pain in my stomach that i can't play anything. is 24 too late to learn? (for the record: always has been, always will be the drums. and the piano). but that feeling you get, when you're in a small venue and you can feel the music running through you and the bass is thumping and you can feel the drums in your breastbone. there's just something about that.
vive la musique rock.
i want that on a t-shirt.
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