friday may 20th at the mercury lounge
before i talk about the show i want to thank some of my friends that came out to support: brad(on left), teddy, bass and erica you guys all showed some monster heart by making the show…now that’s real love. as far as the label goes…kavi, errol, lawrence, sean, george, alison, dave (the other italian) and scott — it was great seeing you all there and it means a bunch when we see you at our shows. way to stand tall by your little baby astralwerks and virgin….although i didnt see too many virgin people there (except for randy, doneen, d wolter and steve). hmmm, maybe they were all too busy combing jared leto’s hair.
lui, ohri, hueston, tarnofsky, and momma clarke
last but not least i want to thank all of the great fans i met. all of you guys were really cool and it was a pleasure meeting you…ryan and his girl polina (below), lisa, steve, jade, jason, bill w, mike w, and thomas. i appreciate you guys taking the time to talk to us and making us feel so welcome. ryan sent me a bunch of photos which i posted here (thanx bro)…all of the live shots were taken by him (im glad those shots exist because all too often i dont end up with many pics of us playing.
so, my thoughts on the show…well, i think it was ok, not our best show but im usually a bit too critical of how we play. i think we were a bit tense at the show just because it was our first live show since sxsw. i love ending our set with “what are you afraid of” – that song is the most fun to play probably because mariqueen really belts it out and rob lets out a screaming rock solo…hah gotta love that shit man. i cant wait until july when we can really kill it in ny again. we’re all looking forward to it.
robb bass, design guru mosher, george and thomas
as far as some other news and notes about ny…i got lost on my way back to the hotel the first night i was there. the cabby dropped me off in the “vicinity” of my hotel and i ended up walking in the wrong direction away from it cos honestly i didnt know where the fuck i was. i ended up on some dark street when this big fat guy on a fork lift drove by and asked if i needed a ride. i said sure so i got on and he cruised me over to the seaport where they were unloading tons of fish. he told me he thought i looked like prince and that i shouldnt be walking alone out there that late. it was like 2 am and the whole sidewalk and street was covered with boxes and crates filled with crazy fish like skate, shark, and a ton of other fish i didnt recognize. it was really awesome and i wish i had pics…i guess they’re closing the fish market soon so im glad i got to see it. it smelled pretty bad there but it sort of reminded me of home (i grew up in new jersey). anyway, hey big fat fish guy – thanx for picking me up, francis ten appreciates it (fyi i just referred to myself in the third person…that’s means west indian girl is about to blow up)—F.TEN
Carter’s Conscience: Where to start? Just had an awesome little trip out to NY and Philly. Believe it or not, I’ve never been to NYC, so I’d been looking forward to this for weeks! We got in late the first night, and had dinner with Kavi, our A&R guy at Astralwerks. Right away I was struck by the amount of different ethnicities and culture in NY. It just seems like such a REAL place, ( for lack of a better word) where the pressures and concerns of life differ drastically from those in LA. While I love the artistry and magic of LA, it is an incredibly insecure and self-conscious city in general. Go out in Hollywood and it can feel like eyes are watching your every move. Go out in New York and nobody could really give a fuck what you do, which is actually quite liberating. Plus, in California we live under the archaic laws that shut down nightlife at 2am, quite a bitch for those of us who come alive at night. But anyway, I digress Walking down the street in the East Village the first night with Mariqueen and Mark, I ran smack into a really good friend and former roomate named Scott. I couldn’t believe it! I guess that kind of shit happens all the time in New York, but I was stunned. In the blink of an eye we went from hanging with all the hipsters in dirty East Village bars ( which was fucking great) to going to the super VIP NY velvet rope/ ultra posh club, which his buddy owns. My friend Scott is primarily an artist, launching a high end T-shirt line as we speak, ( i think called S-squad or Scooter) and he does some modelling to pay the gigs. I’ve met some dipshit model types living in LA, but Scott is the real deal. Surfer, artist, the guy is the real deal, and he has a heart of gold. And the fact that him and his buddies showed up to our show the next night, with a pack of Vicotoria secret models in tow. . . well I gotta hand it to you, Scotty, you’re living the life my friend.
We played the next night at the Mercury lounge in the East Village, for what seemed like a packed house ( hard to tell sometimes when the lights are in our eyes) Our label is based out of NY, so it was great to say hey to everyone. I got their early and checked out a beautiful young singer/songwriter named Kate Earl. Turns out her manager, Shelby, is also a good friend of mine, so we all had a drink after her show. Kate played a really cool set, she has such an amazing voice, Nora jones-esque for lack of a better comparison. As far as out show, I think it went great. The crowd seemed really into it, I had fun, what can I say? To quote our drummer mark Lewis, “the best part of touring, hands down, is the 45 minutes a night you’re on stage.” Well said, young Jedi. The coolest thing I saw last night was my friend Rai, who came to the show by herself on crutches, and partied like a rock star. Inspiring A little side note- Watching Mark Lewis get angry at a cab driver for driving us in circles, was one of the funniest things I saw all night
The City: alright… here’s my two cents on new york… this is going to be long so bare with me…we rode in to the city from newark, new jersey and checked into our rooms at the seaport suites at ten something. i was quite pleased with my newly renovated room/apartment. why? because… picture this – two plasma tv’s… one in the LIVING ROOM and one in my OWN PRIVATE BEDROOM. shah buddyyy… plusss i had a kitchen and a pretty bathroom that didn’t smell like any of those other wretched motel toilets we’ve come across on past tours. what a way to start our east coast visit on a happy note. after settling into our rooms and comparing and contrasting tv’s and what not we all stuffed it in a cab… yeah, all six of us… and met up with kavi. we ended up eating at some fabulous cuban restaurant. best corn on the cob i’ve ever had in my whole life. thank you, kavi for taking care of our tummies on our first night in town. you. are. the best. after re-energizing with food. carter, mark and myself were ready to get inebriated… just kidding… sort of.
Before The Show: the next day we had load in at two which meant no work for me until the boys were done setting up all their equipment. i walked around the east village all by myself and loved every single minute of it. i’ve officially fallen in love with this particular section of new york. i ate at earth matters, where their motto is, “don’t booze it, juice it”… how sexy is that? shah… best place ever. i went shopping at marmalade vintage and did some serious damage. the sweet girl that worked there referred to my purchases as “pieces”… now that’s my kind of store. i walked away with three amaaaazing dresses, a pierre cardin clutch, a fabulous new red belt and a gangster ass pair of tan heels. be jealous. i went back to the mercury lounge and finished a great sound check and went to a crappy sample sale with fran. after that we went to h&m and i was less than thrilled with my selection of clothes. after pouting for a split second i looked at my marmalade vintage purchases and decided to not be an ungrateful little brat. i watched fran eat a hot dog and then we went back to the seaport and searched for oysters for a half an hour. we weren’t satisfied with clams so we went back to our rooms to get ready for the show.
The Show: i got back to the venue at nine, after hanging out with my beautiful friend ashley, who makes the most amazing jewelry, i pretty much just paced and chain smoked and warmed up my voice and went to the bathroom about four or five times. me? nervous? what makes you say that? the funniest thing that happened before we played was when security came up to me and told me there was a cop outside looking for me. apparently this man that had hit on me from the previous evening had remembered everything i had yelled out about our show and he showed up in his cop uniform. how hilarious. fran almost died and he was upset that he didn’t get a picture. hey mr. new york city cop, if you’re reading this, thanks for remembering all the information i told you and for being so sweet. it’s a shame you didn’t come inside and watch the show. i’m sure you could’ve found someone to cover your shift. cest la vie. after an hour and a half of pacing and going to the bathroom we were finally on and of course the rock/rap band before us… yes, i said rock/rap… screwed up my mic stand. i wasn’t the most composed and the brightest singer and for some reason i couldn’t figure out how to fix my stand. idiot. thank god for errol. i love you. we went through what i considered, a mediocre set. the crowd seemed to love it. my heart wasn’t into it because of a lot of technical difficulties and the whole band chi not being unified. my expectations for our performance as a band have just gotten a lot higher since south by south west… i don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. after the show i hung out with some family members i hadn’t seen in like ten years or more. it was cute. i also hung out with my brilliant friend edward [see picture] and we tried to come up with a karaoke after party. i was stuck at the venue for awhile so he left to go hang out with brazilian supermodels… i’m sure he’s weeping salty tears that we couldn’t karaoke but ya know… yeah. i can’t wait to come back to new york. as far as i’m concerned this is the best city in the united states. it’s so inspiring and alive. i left my heart in the east village and i plan on coming back in july to rekindle my love affair with vintage shopping… get ready.
on the dock after the show – good night nyc