Archive for May 10th, 2008

More local music

I mentioned before that First Fridays is a great place to listen to some good music (and free too!). Unfortunately this past First Friday, I was too tired, after spending much of the day moving to my new apartment, so I could barely stand up long enough to enjoy many of the acts.

Static Management set up a stage outside their offices, which had been converted into a sort of art gallery just for the evening. Their offices being another of those converted houses in the Roosevelt area. I don’t remember if they said they put on shows every First Friday, but it seemed like it. One of the cool things about small shows like these, is being able to just see the bands standing on the curb with a crappy pick-up full of equipment, waiting for their turn, and then setting up everything themselves.

First up was Coats and Villa. A two-man act composed of Wayne Coats and Nick Villa. As one would expect from a very young looking duo with a guitar and a set of drum, their sound was very rough, particularly the vocals, which seemed slurred most of the time. 

They were just having a good time, I suppose. And judging by the smell coming from drummer Wayne Coats, he was not drinking water out of that red cup onstage. 

Next up was Princess Ladyfriend, whose bizarre name makes them no justice. They had a good sound, but when I was asked who they sounded like, I found myself at a lost for words. They had your usual setup, including keyboards and what seemed like other pre-recorded sounds.  If I have been able to stick around longer, I would have gotten more of a scoop on that.

Go try figure out for yourself who they sound like at their MySpace . I think if this band was to get a little more serious about it, and got someone to work with them on their lyrics, they could potentially do bigger and better gigs. 

And finally, because my brain is fried with all these lights, here are some other photos from the street party…

These people were promoting something called Spectrum (it was hard to get information out of them because they refused to talk. As you can see, though, the red fella in the bottom photo is talking on an imaginary phone).  They were handing out postcards that said Spectrum would “surprise and delight audiences transforming the street into a stage, revealing the poetry and beauty of the mundane.”

Sounds pretty cool. Check it out www.vesselproject.org

 

Cupcakes and Fights

Sprinkles, a Beverly Hill based cupcake store, opened it’s doors here in Scottsdale this week, and though I was dismayed by the $3.25 a pop price, I had heard so much about this place that I had to stop by there before work. Judging by the line, I wasn’t the only one curious about these celebrity-favored treats. Sure enough, they were probably the best cupcakes I’ve had, ever. It’s perfectly situated across Fashion Square, so you can drown the sorrow of not fitting into those overpriced, zero-sized jeans with some overpriced cupcakes. That’s what I would do…

Check out a video on the opening of the store at http://www.azcentral.com/video/

Changing gears dramatically here.

After a nice, low-key night out at Rula Bula on Mill Ave., we headed over to a sandwich shop where we were witnesses to one of those absurd drunken fights with nothing at stake other than manly man-ness. Some dude, who was absolutely plastered, stole some other dude’s chips and then threw them across the room… does it even matter? Here are some photos.

The guys not involved in the fighting are laughing their asses off on the sideline. Look at the poor table that got overturned… they were like a hurricane! I was cowering behind Stewart, quite ready to duck under the table if needed. The fight progressed to the back of the place, where Sharon was still waiting for her sandwich, and I remember thinking, ‘oh no, they’re heading toward Sharon!’

Good thing the popo arrived just in time to break it up. I’m not sure if anyone got arrested, but the one dude who started the fight had a really busted eye, and his blood was on the floor.  I was trying to be discreet taking the photos, since I was afraid of getting a beat down if they saw me. I think that’s probably why I didn’t major in Photojournalism.  As I wisely told Stewart: I’m small, almost a little person, and I can’t survive a beat down.