March 17, 2008

Christian Urich from Tortured Soul

First Avenue club, Minneapolis

Drunk, no sleep, good times, music, clubs, drinking, airport, cabs, drinking, clubs, music, drunk, no sleep, airport, poop. That was my weekend. Oh and collecting money from clubs which is never fun. Friday evening was Amp Fiddler and Tortured Soul at the Double Door, then Tony Touch at Zentra. Tony's style reminds me of Jazzy Jeff... he plays anything and everything from House (yes he does play House) to old-school Hip-Hop to funk to soul to pop. I think the highlight of the evening was when he played Evelyn Champagne King's "Love Come Down" and had everyone singing.

My man Rees was taking me with to his gig in Minneapolis the next day, and he sternly reminded me several times that night "No afterhours!" "Of course not!" I blink. We then go to my girls Peanut and Bekah's afterhours until 10am Saturday. Vodka is seeping through my bloodstream and I can barely see. We get maybe 3 crappy hours of fake sleep and have to head out to O'Hare for our flight. I am cranky, mean and pissed at my lack of self-control. By the time we get to Minneapolis we are better, and ended up having a fantastic time. The hotel was nice, the promoters were super cool and the club (First Avenue) was awesome. We had a great time at the party and I was so proud of Rees' set, he really really rocked it. The people were very nice, save for one drunken a-hole who said some ignorant shit at the end of the night. No one says shit about Rees! (Unless it's me.) I swear if this wasn't his gig and I had to make nice I would have spit on the guy's eyeball and kicked him in his vagina. Back to the hotel for 2 hours of fake-unreal drunken sleep then go back to the airport. I'm dying.

When we get home at 11am Sunday morning, the house is a giant bathroom thanks to Luigi's deadly diarrhea from the medication. Yeah! It's a feces party and all we want to do is sleeeeeeeeeeep.

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