You ever have one of those nights that is just a complete roller coaster of good, bad and just plain weird?
Some of you may know the Rev. has a side gig on the rock and roll pulpit. I play bass for a power pop trio called Girl to Gorilla. Well last night we had a gig at Arlene's Grocery on the Lower East Side. That was the good part - here's the bad and weird...
Before I needed to be at the gig I went to see an old friend at one of those crowded downtown magazine parties where you eat ambiguous pieces of passed around snacky bar food and drink whatever swill the residing liquor sponsor decides to schill while you listen to crap music spun by an apathetic DJ who is surrounded by wannabe supermodel types waiting for their coke connect to arrive. I was dressed to play (The Rev. firmly believes you need to look your best if you wish to entertain) in a black vest, a skinny tie, my favorite pair of Oliver Peoples specs and a jaunty pork pie cap. The moment I walked into the party some drunken marketing type came up to me and said "...hey shyours likhe Elvish Coshtello!" I thought she was fucking with me - Elvis Costello is short - the Rev. is tall. I retorted with "...heyyyy and you're poser hipster trash..." and I walked away. I heard her then turn to her friend and say "Oh my GAWD! Didjyou here dat!? Elvish Coshtello is an asshole!" oops. Sorry Mr. Costello.
It didn't end there.