My old hard drive, Brenda, is dead and gone. She now sits on the shelf, about as useless as a dick under seven inches. Geraldine...
That's hardly the good news. I attended J*Davey's show at The Roxy in West GAYwood last night. Went alone, pregamed in the car with a bottle of Moscato.
(Note to self: NEVER forsake Uncle Riesling and Aunt Zinfandel for some hipster wine. Not even a shoutout by Drake's droopy face could make me opt for Moscato again.) Anywho, it's cheaper than chasing intoxication inside any club.
Sufficiently buzzed, I entered during Shane Alexander's set. Great voice, he has. Next up: Pollyn, led by Genevieve Artada. They were a surprisingly funky group with some songs that demanded dancing. I obliged.
My favorite from them:
"Shake It Off"
J*Davey took the stage next. We freaks crowded the front. Pleasantries were exchanged; it was only right since we'd be jumpin on eachother's shoes and elbowing one another shortly. Met a group of dope fellow obsessee's from LA (actual LA natives) that I exchanged info with and will be hanging with at next week's show.
The curtain rises. The Sex Goddess, Jack Davey, stood center stage demanding noise. They warmed us up with "Come As You Are" by Nirvana before sliding into their tunes. "No More," "Slow," "Crawl All Over" and "This One" (one of my favorite songs ever recorded) had me over the top. Dancing, sweating, and screaming with crazies was the end of a great day.
They even blessed us with their next single, "Get Together" off their new mixtape, Boudoir Synema.
Here's another performance of "Get Together."
My personal highlight was when they invited the audience on stage to sweat it out for "End Of Your World (Mama's Back)". I took my rightful place to Jack's right and proceeded to lose my mind. Got elbowed in the side a few times by some chick with a wig that looked....better in a dark club, but it was well damn worth it. After the on-stage dance party, the show ended. It was like a sexual experience, i was that worn out. Got to chop it up with Brook briefly onstage while they handed out autographs, then made my way home.
I spent the morning hunting for pics of that moment, as I am certain I'll appear in any photos of the last song. I was practically INSIDE Jack Davey's jewel-covered vagina.
Jack with Zoe Kravitz, who stepped on my newly-purchased boot TWICE and lived to talk about it
Fellow Genius, Brook D'Leau, jamming in the background getting his Barney Rubble on.
Though I didn't get to hear "Fight The Daylight", I was more than satisfied. The night had all the things you'd expect from a great J*Davey show: amazing music, public lust, welcomed invasions of personal space, and networking. I left a sweaty, voiceless mess. That means the night was a success.
They're performing next Thursday at the Gibson Showroom....with an open bar. This could be trouble. Shortly thereafter, Janelle Monae performs here on the 23rd and 24th. I'll be at all three shows. Please and thanks.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to workout to "Fight The Daylight" on repeat.
*dramatic exit*
~colored boy.
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I've been looking for this group but I couldn't remember their name. Even when you put up J*Davey on FB, it wasn't stimulating any response........LOVE THEM! HATE I FORGOT THEIR NAME...glad you had fun!
Nothing created after 1968 should be named Geraldine. That is all.