
I literally can barely keep my eyes open right now. A series of unfortunate events lead to a very long, unplanned night involving English hardcore kids and the dirtiest floor I’ve ever sat upon. To say the least, sleeping was not a priority and now I’m late, hurrying to put this blog together, find a cab and an ATM, and get down town so my recently arrived label friends don’t fucking kill me.
I think this will be a theme of the week – no sleep, and a constant rush.
Nonetheless, again day two broken down in to five easy bullet points:
1. Thee Emergency, drove down from Seattle and on the recommendation of Seattle-blogger Abbey Simmons, I checked them out. Well worth it. Sick shredding, American flag bell-bottoms and a sultry sultry lead singer that I was so star-struck/flustered by I could barely murmur a “hello” when I saw her after the show. If you’re here, check them out at some point.
2. The pizza truck on 6th is the best cheap food I’ve consumed so far. Unfortunately can’t say the same about the tepid bratwurst I was subjected to by the hilarious junior high kids at the Weiner Truck down the street. Yargh.
3. The Von Bondies (purveyors of that classic track “C’mon, C’mon”) are the epitome of Detroit garage rock and I loved every minute of it. Pure speed rock bliss combined with harmonies from a couple of sultry.
4. This is a great city. Great food, great history, and most of all absolutely great people. Literally from the taxi driver who wouldn’t let us walk in a “bad part of town” to the aforementioned English hardcore kids who drove us home at 4:30 in the morning it’s almost unbelievable.
5. The Blakes, even sober as a Mormon, put on a fantastic, amazing show. Shit last night’s show involved an asthma attack, Bob Husak’s birthday, and the general rock and roll we all know and love. Austin, Seattle, these guys are the fucking real deal.
6. White Denim is not one bit the real deal.
Alright, that’s all I got. We’ll chat later.

What gives you the right to dismiss a band like White Denim with one sentence? Just cause you have a blog on this fantastic website, now suddenly your the expert on who is real and who is not? I don’t think that you are “one bit the real deal.” Show yourself mister anonymous blogger.
With a name like White Denim you think of Pat Boone and puppies not a rock band. I don’t think the name reflects the music. I sampled the tracks on my space and the verdict is OK. As far as letting you know who I really am…a hint…I like hookers and I used to be the governor of New York.
You like hookers and power? Maybe we can be friends after all.
Uh, I didn’t like White Denim in concert. Sorry. I don’t know how to show myself but I certainly don’t think they’re terrible. Sorry it was such a short sentence I’m strapped for time. No offense though.
I also like hookers and being a political figure in NY.
Thanks for reading.