If you’re anything like me, your girlfriend probably thinks you’re a pansy because you tried to prove your manhood by opening that Gatorade but goddamnit, the cap was screwed on way too tight. Don’t worry though, this Thursday you’ll have yet another chance to show that you’re tough.
That’s because Vice, in collaboration with Scion, is putting on the punk show of mid-November, and it’s free. Go to it and prove to your girl that you’re the kind of dude who likes slamming into other sweaty dudes, and are therefore not a wuss. Headlining are Seattle’s best, The Spits, who are about to blow up. Critics will compare them to a lo-fi Devo, which is fitting but still kind of lazy. Also playing is Dan Melchior, who claims to make Southern Rock/ Folk/ Shoegaze, which would, by virtue of being the world’s only Southern Rock-Shoegaze act, make him the best Southern Rock-Shoegaze musician in the world. Awesome! The show is sure to be a smelly, sloppy good time. Check the picture above for more details and click here to RSVP. As a bonus, because we’re nice, the most wussiest story in the comments will win a consolation prize of an Almighty Defenders LP. It sort of fits the theme, right? Garage rock show? …Anyone?
Tags: Dan Melchior, go to this, Inventing New Genres, punk, The Spits, Trying to be a Man
I was on a hanging out with a good friend of mine named Meatball. We were driving around my small home town in Michigan. We pulled into the one of three gas stations in the “town” when I saw a young woman we’ll call “Ange”. Ange and I used to smoke dope and make out in high school days, nothing ever happened but I wanted it to. She was Latino and had the best big ass/small waist ratio I have or probably ever will encounter.
We shouted across the gas station to each other, small talk bullshit. I ended up making her laugh which felt pretty good and with that I segwayed into, “Hey! Lets hang out sometime!” to which Ange replied, “Ummm…well…maybe”
Maybe? What the fuck! At least say no.
My shoulders shrunk as I just stared at her and stuttered like a 14 year old, “Uhh, well, lemmie get your number.”
Ange smiled to her self and told me that she would “get a hold of me”. I had to be frowning at this point but still said, “Great!” We both pumped our gas without talking after that.
When I got into the car Meatball was laughing uncontrollably. She was crying with laughter. She said she had never seen anyone in real life act more like George Costanza. She has let me know and countless others how pussy and lame I had acted that day. Looking back on the situation it was fairly funny, but at that time I had never felt more like a wuss.
Bruar Falls is about the size of a quarter. This show is going to be a zoo.
All the better for a Spits show.
Rad show! Must go!
The Spits? About to blow up? Wow, I never considered myself ahead of tha curve but I’ve been rocking out to them for like four or five years now. I feel so cool and validated right now. Does that make me a wuss?
‘in collaboration with Scion’….errrrr…..sounds punk to me?! Corporate sponsorship or not…..the spits still rule. SPIDER is better though.
well, i would rather have corporate sponsors footing the bill (and possibly the beer but i dont know about this one) than me, plus the bands will probably make a chunk of change and ain’t nothin’ wrong with that
This show is gonna be crazy. Too bad it’ll be filled to the brim with an innumerable amount of dickheads.
A month ago, I was stressed out at work as a backstocker and a coworker (female) asked if I had a problem.
No, why?
“Because you’re breathing through your nose like a whimpering puppy.” Her exact words.
“What?” It was then I noticed it. I sounded exactly like a wounded dog. My coworker went on to explain that I’ve been doing it for weeks and it really annoyed her.
I hadn’t noticed until then, but I started paying attention and found it generally happens when I’m stressed or nervous. That explains why my girlfriend left me, I didn’t get my job promotion and during a make-out session two months ago, the girl walked out.