Pinin’ for the Weekend
TGIF, KC, OMG!!!
Yeah whatever. This guy knows what it’s about. His name is Brad Hodgson, and you’ll see him tonight seated in a chair (sometimes standing and kicking and flailing), strumming a guitar and singing with his band In the Pines if you stop by the Record Bar. I only discovered Hodgson’s solo identity the other day, and it blew me away. Despite repeated testimonials to the contrary, I always had a suspicion that In the Pines would be nothing without the strings and the overall build acheived by the entire band each song.
This little gathering of solo Hodgson material proves once and for all, to me, that Brad is fucking brilliant. That track “Runs on Blood” could make Bonnie Prince Billy take a razor and shave his beard, weeping the entire time. I tell ya’. The only downside is that it matches this bleak, autumnal weather so perfectly you won’t give a rat’s arse how pretty the trees are — it’s all so damned futile, anyway. Let the leaves fall, and throw that spadeful of earth down where my baby lay.
Sad songs from such a happy guy. Who figured?
After that, we’re going to need a dance party. Saturday, Jilly’s on Broadway still (as far as I know) has a great ’80s ladies’ night, hosted by DJ Clockwerk & friends — that’s always a guaranteed blenderful a’ booty. I haven’t been to the Hangout on a regular (non-event) Saturday before, but, if you can get a group of friends, it’s a good place to start out or end up or just go shake a leg for a coupla hours. DJs Monte Silk and Monte Chris share the two stories of the building. For the late night hustle, grab a cab and head to the Point, where, in the basement (The Olive Pit Lounge) my man Automatic Westy spins the best retro-’80s-love-it-so-hard pop in Westport. He’s down there on Friday, too, so dash over after In the Pines if you’re feeling suicidal or something — which you won’t, because In the Pines is actually just really rocking and cool. (However, if you don’t like brooding men in plaid shirts, stay away altogether — oh, and you’ll want to avoid me, too.)
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I leave you now with a video of George Brett losing his shit.
Don’t drive drunk, and apply pine tar conservatively.
