Saturday I traveled to D.C. to interview Marc Masters for my new program, and took in the release party for No Wave. The bands were great (Dark Sea Dream, Vapour Theories & Kohoutek), as well as the DJ — Mark C of Live Skull, who brought every no wave release in existence, and them some none of had even heard of.

Two “hilarious” incidents occurred during my trip to our nation’s capitol that are worth relaying: first, being evacuated from Union Station due to a fire. I had time to spare, so I took in some retail therapy thanks to Union Station’s built-in mall. While I was trying on a pair of pants at Express (mea culpa: I was just curious!), the dressing room attendant knocked on my door to let me know the building was being evacuated. Not unlike a scene in a sitcom, trying to get back into my street clothes and collect my belongings was a comedy of errors. I stood outside the station for an hour of uneventfulness before I decided to find the nearest Metro station and get on with the day. Secondly, I lost my voice that evening (it started to go almost as soon as I was done with my interview, wouldn’tyaknow), so if I seemed absolutely anti-social, it was due to my throat feeling like a million needles were lodged in it.

Sunday night I returned to Philadelphia and caught No Age at the Queen of Sheeba II. (Liars cancelled due to illness, so they moved it west.) I don’t know if it’s the sheer proximity to my apartment, or the abundance of injera, but QoSII is shaping up to be one of my favorite spots to see a show lately. It was a great show up until the guitarist broke into the audience, parted us like the Red Sea and stood right next to me. Totally awkward, especially when I think about how I’m probably in everyone’s Flickr photostream today.

Tonight I am off to sunny Newark, NJ to attend the Spice Girls concert, Posh or no Posh. I’ll be the one in the No Age t-shirt, because once all this gallivanting is done, I need to do some top serious laundry. I’ll be Twittering from it whenever I can, so feel free to check it out.

In the meantime, enjoy “Boy Void” from Weirdo Rippers, one of my favorite releases from 2007. Not only does the title just sounds like the apt term to describe my romantic life (srsly, don’t pity me ’cause I like it this way), the song’s strum-und-clang seems to translate the frustration of being an outsider nicely. You can buy the whole thing here.

This entry was posted on Monday, February 11th, 2008 at 1:12 pm and is filed under general, live performances, mp3blog.