generals & majors, sin-e, 11.10.06

who says rock n roll is dead?
after having a few brewskies with a pal down on ludlow friday night, i made my way to attorney to check out a benefit for the ulman fund at sin-e. when i came in, the spies were about to make their way up on stage. they were a lot of fun, and definitely had the "bop to pop rock" skillz that we all love to see. but was i there to see the spies?

au contraire, mes petits enfants. i was here for nothing other than dirty, sweaty, crunchy grit. rock out with your (non-existant) cock out? yes please. well, generals & majors serve it all up for you, with testosterone-laden, smack-you-sassy savoir faire. want to sample? check out "every night's a bust in new york city" and "a little lit." do you know how long it's been since i was able to participate in something like that? i'm so encrusted in emo, indie, and synth rock that it's a breath of fresh air to see a lead singer take off his shirt off and flail about on the stage. my emo boys are too waifish and self-conscious for such exhibitionism.

was i that girl in the front totally freaking out next to a head-banging companion? did i wink at a few of the band members? yes, yes, and yes to me pumping my fist in the air. afterwards we all went to 151 rivington and got silly.

if you're wondering, it was a really fucking good night.


/jen/