bunnies.
so, it’s the first concert i’ve seen since i moved out here. since i couldn’t afford the Joe Jackson Band tickets when they went on sale, i had the forgo what i’m told is the most amazing show ever, which comes to town tomorrow night.
instead, i found out three weeks ago that Pansy Division was playing tonight. given i’m friends with two of the members in PD — Chris and Luis — i wanted to see them play and get a chance to see how they were doing.
needless to say, i left my earplugs at home, for which i’m now paying the price with the ringing sensation of aural numbness. i’m going to go deaf one day, so might as well make the most of it, i guess.
as always, PD were ebullient, self-effacing, funny, extremely rehearsed, witty and queer-poz. they put on as keen a show as i expected, but they didn’t play “Bunnies”! *pout* i love that song, because Chris hams it up beautifully. but as a consolation, they still played “I Wanna Be a Slut” and a new one called “He Whipped My Ass In Tennis (Then I Fucked His Ass In Bed)”.
yeah, i know. a TMI title, but really, when you hear the song, it’s a lighthearted, bouncy number that, again, doesn’t take itself too seriously.
afterwards, i got to touch base with Chris and Luis, and Patrick, whom i’d briefly met in 2001, took note of my Gilley’s tank and said that he has an old program guide from Gilley’s that he’s cherished since the day someone gave him the ratty pamphlet a few years ago. i explained to Patrick that if i wore this shirt back where i grew up in Houston, i’d get my arse kicked by all the local goff and punk kids who wouldn’t get the irony of me, the person who could never move back to Texas, wearing a shirt that represents everything i’m so not.
so, like, yeah. the opening bands didn’t suck terribly, either: Sergeant Major and Studfinder, both local yokels. like PD, these two bands were well rehearsed and took their craft with a grain of salt, having fun while doing what they love most.
that’s why it was worth the $8 admission, despite being pretty damn broke.
and from Chris, a Bellevue native, a new-to-me joke: “What do you get when you cross lutefisk with LSD? *pause* A trip to Ballard.”
hee. if retold in the Cities, be sure to switch out Ballard with Nordeast.