So, Sunday night I decided to go to Mercury Lounge to see an acquaintance’s band play. It’d been a tough week for HIE, and Saturday was shit. So he needed to be around boozed up people and loud loud music. Lucky for me, I’m on the Jaguar Club‘s mailing list, and they had announced a show, so the choice was easy. Done.
Let me say first off, the bar at Mercury Lounge is a terrible place to just drink. Everything is too expensive. Examples: Tecate can is $7, Powers was $9. Another strike: On entering I immediately realized that this was the bar where I reconnected with The One Who Got Away…. back in 2008ish? Blah blah we were super close friends in college for about 6 months and that clicked over into unrequited crush for me and I’ve been pining ever since. She plays bass and is tortured and fragile and sooooo much cooler than me, and was still wrapped up in a decade-long infatuation affair with the lead singer of some seminal Alt-rock group or other. Her last sentence to me: “We could make out, but I’m really messed up and you shouldn’t get involved with me.” That is my crack, bitch! Oh well. Anyway…. I didn’t wallow, just saying, it was portentous.
So. I see that Jaguar Club isn’t up for at least another hour fifteen so I check out the band that IS playing and they turn out to be amaaaaaaazing. Wand. Headliners of the early show, apparently, and they fucking KILL. Continue reading Tales From Last Night, Mindfuck Edition