Music Madness

Old ladies do too go out. Last week, I managed to make it to Tuesday's Le Tigre show, Wednesday's MC Chris spectacular (a birthday gift for Ryan; by far the nerdiest crowd I've ever seen, but MC Chris wins the "Best Banter" award for yelling, at one point, "Can I get a 'maybe'?" Ha.) Thursday was the music showcase--for once, a totally decent time in Westport. I was feeling so boisterous I agreed to do a shot with Amber. That is, before my sister stole it and slammed it. (I guess she didn't approve of me sipping it?) Local bands the Buffalo Saints and In the Pines, you rock and roll! Friday night, my boyfriends the Pernice Brothers came to town, and oh man, they were so spectacular. The bummer was that they were playing at the Hurricane, a despicable venue. The Bros deserve better. Hell, we all deserve better. Unless you are looking to grind your ass into a stranger. In which case, go forth. (And Saturday? I even went to a birthday party. I now must hibernate for a few more years.)