Last night, Mammal, Crowie and I went to DC9 to see the Gray Kid. The three of us have recently reunited and are hitting the pavement like it's 2004!
Liz and I sat in a booth drinking screwdrivers while the mammal and her brother rocked with some tambourines toward the front of the stage. Good topics for discussion at the Gray Kid show include:
- Katherine Heigl movies
- the Judd Apatow boys club
- Pineapple Express
- James Franco
- Gia from Full House
We finally made our way up to the Mammal in time to hear Lonely Love and then we went out for a cigarette.
Outside there were a bunch of skinny boys with long hair and an old tan dude sporting some country western garb.
I was ready to go, but Liz said we should check out the Parlor Mob, so we went back upstairs with our fresh Screwdrivers (which by the way, is the best drink of summer.)
We posted up at the bar as the Parlor Mob took the stage. As soon as they started playing, we stopped dead in our tracks. When we recovered, we rushed to the front of the stage. It was the skinny guys from outside and they were not another boring indie rock band!!!!
This band somehow took a time machine from 1973 to 2008. It was like 24 year olds playing this modernized version of Led Zepplin and not in a cheesey cover song type of way. More in a facemelting, flip you shit type of way!
Crowie and I kept grabbing each other and freaking out. She was screaming and at one point looked at me and said, "Music is my drug."
We haven't felt this way about a band since the Strokes.
There were some young women standing in front of us and we asked them where the band was from and they said New Jersey and that they went to high school with some of the guys. We told them how we loved the Stone Pony and they told us that Parlor Mob is playing the Stone Pony next Saturday night. We told them we'd see them there.
After the show, we gushed to each member of the Parlor Mob about how our faces melted and we were refreshed and amazed by their band. They were incredibly nice and thankful and really excited that we are coming to see them at the Stone Pony. (We just happened to see the Strokes at the pony in 2001 and have been looking for an excuse to go back for awhile now.) So, we gushed about Asbury Park, which is their hometown and ridiculousness just ensued. We got all their merch!
(the mammal somehow missed all of this because she got in a time machine and traveled back to 1993 and was reliving freshman year of high school.)
So next weekend, Crowie and I are meeting up in Asbury Park. She will be in NYC picking up her SY ticket and hanging with the pizza bagel. Hopefully, Grez will ride his bike down to hang with us.
Here are some pics and videos of the Parlor Mob

And these are the dudes - super cute, super nice
And their myspace page.

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