Each time I see Lucero, I swear they put on a better show. Seriously, go see them. Even if you've listened to the recorded stuff and didn't dig it. They are fabulous. And then go buy the gorgeous girl at the merch stand a drink. She deserves it.
Oh, and if anyone who reads this is a Lucero junkie already, and has some live pictures they want to donate to the cause, you can email me, yo.
Some guy standing behind me at the show, before Lucero started, tapped my shoulder and asked "Is this band good?"
"Very."
"Are they local?"
"No." At this point, I'm kinda wondering why he's at the show in the first place.
"Is it easy to dance to?"
"That depends on what you like to dance to."
"I dance to rock'n'roll. Exclusively."
"Well, then yes."
But the problem seems to be that when I think of rock'n'roll, my definition includes Elvis, the Stones, Bruce Springsteen, the Rev. Horton Heat, the White Stripes, Guns'n'Roses, Joan Jett, David Bowie, and of course Lucero. When people like that guy say rock'n'roll, they mean Arcade Fire and Bloc Party or whatever the current hip junk is.
I say scrap it all, and go buy this guy's CD. I just did.
I am so utterly unconcerned with what's hip that it's become a point of contention with me to try to prove how un-hip I am. On my first date with Steve, I stopped talking about David Bowie and the New York Dolls and said, "I have a huge Bruce Spingsteen obsession."
To which he responded, "Wow--I was going to put a Springsteen song on your CD but I thought I'd lose cool points."
No, you would have gained like 800000000 of them for just not giving a shit.
I love leaving Hilton Head to go to shows because it's refreshing to see a roomful of tattooed punky kids, and I end up with at least three girlcrushes every night (last night: hot bartender, adorable cocktail waitress peddling test tube shots for some inane reason, and of course Donna the tour manager). But then it gets irritating quickly listening to kids try to one-up each other. The guy who asked me if Lucero were good ended up having a loud conversation behind me with some other guy. I turned around and said, "If you don't like them, you could go talk back there." They of course were snotty about it. Then, during a Jawbreaker cover, the one kid taps my shoulder and holds out the flannel he's wearing so I can see the Jawbreaker T-shirt underneath. I think my response was, "Want a cookie?"
Never will I tire of laughing at guys trying to impress me by what bands they know. Guess what, dudes. I'm a rock journalist. I have probably sat down and interviewed the guy whose CD you're so proud of owning. And I haven't fucked a rock star yet, even the ones who've tried, even the ones that I did get mad crushes on. So why would I be impressed because you've got a Jawbreaker T-shirt on? I'd be far more impressed if you had a Springsteen shirt on--and not one that said Nebraska, either.
But mostly, I'm impressed by intelligent conversation and curves and dips in arm muscles, pretty lips and a sense of humor.
Which is why I'm updating this thing while waiting for Steve to get off work. Because he doesn't rely on his record collection to get me in bed.
And he let me borrow his "Born to Run" shirt last time I rolled out of it.
Oh, and if anyone who reads this is a Lucero junkie already, and has some live pictures they want to donate to the cause, you can email me, yo.
Some guy standing behind me at the show, before Lucero started, tapped my shoulder and asked "Is this band good?"
"Very."
"Are they local?"
"No." At this point, I'm kinda wondering why he's at the show in the first place.
"Is it easy to dance to?"
"That depends on what you like to dance to."
"I dance to rock'n'roll. Exclusively."
"Well, then yes."
But the problem seems to be that when I think of rock'n'roll, my definition includes Elvis, the Stones, Bruce Springsteen, the Rev. Horton Heat, the White Stripes, Guns'n'Roses, Joan Jett, David Bowie, and of course Lucero. When people like that guy say rock'n'roll, they mean Arcade Fire and Bloc Party or whatever the current hip junk is.
I say scrap it all, and go buy this guy's CD. I just did.
I am so utterly unconcerned with what's hip that it's become a point of contention with me to try to prove how un-hip I am. On my first date with Steve, I stopped talking about David Bowie and the New York Dolls and said, "I have a huge Bruce Spingsteen obsession."
To which he responded, "Wow--I was going to put a Springsteen song on your CD but I thought I'd lose cool points."
No, you would have gained like 800000000 of them for just not giving a shit.
I love leaving Hilton Head to go to shows because it's refreshing to see a roomful of tattooed punky kids, and I end up with at least three girlcrushes every night (last night: hot bartender, adorable cocktail waitress peddling test tube shots for some inane reason, and of course Donna the tour manager). But then it gets irritating quickly listening to kids try to one-up each other. The guy who asked me if Lucero were good ended up having a loud conversation behind me with some other guy. I turned around and said, "If you don't like them, you could go talk back there." They of course were snotty about it. Then, during a Jawbreaker cover, the one kid taps my shoulder and holds out the flannel he's wearing so I can see the Jawbreaker T-shirt underneath. I think my response was, "Want a cookie?"
Never will I tire of laughing at guys trying to impress me by what bands they know. Guess what, dudes. I'm a rock journalist. I have probably sat down and interviewed the guy whose CD you're so proud of owning. And I haven't fucked a rock star yet, even the ones who've tried, even the ones that I did get mad crushes on. So why would I be impressed because you've got a Jawbreaker T-shirt on? I'd be far more impressed if you had a Springsteen shirt on--and not one that said Nebraska, either.
But mostly, I'm impressed by intelligent conversation and curves and dips in arm muscles, pretty lips and a sense of humor.
Which is why I'm updating this thing while waiting for Steve to get off work. Because he doesn't rely on his record collection to get me in bed.
And he let me borrow his "Born to Run" shirt last time I rolled out of it.
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in all honesty, the only way i can go to bed without being completely fucking exhausted is to go to sleep next to my girlfriend. it's the only time my brain slows down and i can just focus on sensual experience and fall asleep naturally. it also doesn't work with just any girl, i have to be really comfortable with them and they have to have a way about them that calms me down. with palo it's her voice, smell and the shape of her body... so anyway, if you help him to fall asleep, i would definitely take that as a complement.