West Indian Girl

last night iwnbts played at spaceland. it went exactly like west indian girl’s first show at spaceland went…not incredibly smooth. given all the technical snags i was pretty happy with it though. it’s all part of the growing pains of a young live band because u need to learn how to play in some of the tougher conditions. the most common prob at smaller clubs is the stage sound. in a perfect world u have in-ear monitors and ur mix is great but often times that’s not the case and what u are playing (not what the audience is necessarily hearing) sounds like shit. bottom line, it was learning experience – the next time a band is in that situation the more they know what to expect and thus how to play through it without even blinking.

couple observations after the show: tony is the true rock god – it never ceases to amaze me how many girls this dog attracts. truly a man among boys. dylan, one of my star interns was there – we’ve decided i’m going to download my music business brain into his via ichat over the next few months. i’m looking forward to this because the kid is special (not in the retarded way). we had an interesting chat about data transparency while in route to the show.

noodles…so after the show we ended up at a house in the hills (see pic above). it’s been a while since i was at a party in the hills and it brought back many a terrible memory. this one was of the euro-transplants variety. the most in ur face feature of this place was the huge pool in the middle of the living room….yep in the middle of the living room. another strange detail was that the insides of all the doors were the same as the walls so as to blend in with them producing a sort of trapped dungeon vibe. not surprising quote overheard “ok, so where’s the coke?” add in the 5-1 guy girl ratio and we were gone in 15.