Megan's First Show

So on Tuesday we played our first show with Megan, at Cake Shop. She impressed everybody by getting WAY into the costume shit. She was a 90s washed up cougar alcoholic, but in her mid-30s, so depressingly young. She did the blue eyeliner and plum lipstick with a dark line around the outside, and a denim jacket over a denim jumper… but it was the tiny details that made it great. She intentionally applied her nail polish poorly, so that there was a little bit of pink gunk caked around her fingers. And she wore a pair of too-big, horrible underwear, so that it bunched up under her jumper and looked kind of gross and sad.

I dressed as a grown man with the mental capacity of a five year old, very sweet and naive. I found a beige formless dress/pajamas with sad faded flowers on it, some chunky all-white Velcro sneakers, cracked out sickly makeup, and I had a bland teddy bear with me at all times. Before the show, I wandered around the Lower East Side in costume, creeping everybody out as much as possible. Girls would always stop to look at me, because I looked so weird. I would make eye contact with them and clutch my teddy bear and give them a shy, hopeful, deranged little smile.

The band who played before us, Drunken Sufis, were one of the best bands I’ve seen in NY. They recalled the beloved-by-Cesspool The Dismemberment Plan Is Terrified, and occasionally the even-more-beloved Bonsai Superstar. The energy was unbelievable. Their singer jumped into the crowd and I beat him over the head with my teddy bear. Definitely expect some more Cesspool/Drunken Sufis shows in the future.

I think that our set went well, too, although I can never really tell. Soup De Do was maybe the best it’s ever been, a giant stupid lurching caveman of a song. Sea Cruise fucking burned. Megan danced too violently and somehow messed up her keyboard, and was stuck with dumb keyboard sounds for the rest of the night. Whatever, dancing your ass off is more important than having the correct keyboard tone. Near the end of the set, Alex removed his jean shorts to reveal boxer-briefs that looked exactly like jean shorts.

Finally: this was our first New York show at which an audience member wore a costume. Totally unprovoked, Duncan Horst wore a shiny, glorious Valentine’s Day vest, along with some other probably-ridiculous shit that I can’t remember. Fans wearing costumes! If you ever wear a costume to any one of our shows, ever, you have my word that we will give you a t-shirt.

Thanks for coming to the show, everyone. Midnight on a Tuesday – we really appreciate it.

Posted on July 22, 2010 23:18