Um, it was weirdly fun. I can only describe it as a perverted American version of Octoberfest, a pep rally for beer drinking. A giant hall, full of long tables with people in lederhosen or Torrance garb, drinking to a kareoke sounding oompa pa band. You can bring your own stein, and many folks had giant glass boots, which prompted calls of, "Das Boot!"
Being close to Hawaiian Gardens, all the security was Samoan, and all the hired ladies in dirndls looked like strippers. Hello ...frauline Jasmine. We even saw one in a stripper military uniform who we christened SexySSDominique.
All the activities were fairly easy to do, or not do, while holding a beer, chicken dance, clapping, swinging a handkerchief, swineflu-conga-line, coupla rounds of Happy Birthday singing, and stein holding.
Here are a few shots, whats up with the sweatband? Don't wanna lose your grip on your stein?
Monday, October 26, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Soul Savin' Indie Rock
The sexually charged, morbidly religious asthetic of Flannery O'Connor is replicated in the revival like shows of Slim Cessna's Autoclub.
Wickedly entertaining to watch Cafe Du Nord transform from a basement full o' hipsters, into a baptist style tent meeting, complete with jumping up and down, faces and fists thrust towards the heavens. Whipped into a faithless frenzy by a great band and dramatically ambiguous singers' play off one another. The songs are big, original and catchy.
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