FAR EVILER

I mentioned Mel and I deftly managed to obtained entrance to see Holy Fuck @ The Music Hall. There was scheming involved for this and a bit of plowing through a naive teller. I felt it was a decent gig, with well more than decent booze, but in retrospect things get blurry. As my dear Vic here demonstrates;

Vul: I had a great time tonight. Saw a band I really liked!
Vix: don't really care.
Vul: no, honestly it was cool. And they were headliners with no vocalists. It was neat!
Vix: oh. That IS interesting.
Vul: don't sound so surprised. Anyway, I was impressed, but you know me. Any decent enough bass-line and you may as well stick me in a cage to dance for all the spic I'm worth.
Vix: Now I don't like this band.
Vul: well, I liked 'em. But no one else danced-- fucking New Yorkers. Just standing around nodding like a bunch of inebriated pigeons. Felt like an idiot afterward, regretted nothing, but still.
Vix: So, this band made no one dance with you... I like this band.
Vul: what a fucking lousy night.

( Holy Fuck @ The Music Hall )