this morning when i woke up i popped in the new liars' album drum's not dead to serve as my morning dose of new music. bad idea.
are you into atmospheric, unlistenable noise-rock? if so, this is the album for you. it features a bunch of odd, indecipherable vocal chants and hums and scattered, abrasive drumming, and the whole thing seems to be about making love to a drum. it's possible the whole thing is over my head.
so, instead of thinking about it any further, i've chosen to talk about last weekend, which ruled! on friday night we went out to for our friend dave's new party, which he throws with cat from fannypack. apparently there were like 400 people there the week before and it was pretty packed this week as well. fontana's is a great HUGE new space on the lower lower east side. there seemed to be about three floors, the drinks weren't overpriced, and everything was hyper and fun. a bunch of my college friends joined the party to celebrate drunk john's arrival in town.
aron from big a little a, seen here with andrew, unaffiliated.

drunk john and rob posing by the bootylicious artwork.

i found twins evan and neil hanging out upstairs in the vip room with boyfriend john.

these kids were drunk. except for jamie on the right, who looks like he wants to kill me.

jesse's stepbrother currin is a new addition to our little posse and we love him dearly. he's in a metal band called wet nurse. the singer has voodoo eyes.

john and cat. somehow john seems to have failed to realize that he was having his picture taken. cat figured it out.

my friends dancing. aw.

after that lonnnnng night, we stumbled home and slept the rest of the weekend in preparation for...the last night ever of shout! predictably, it was packed.

unpredictably, about an hour into the party the second floor started emitting a scary burning-rubber smell and the fire department was called.

it was so. cold. outside.

we finally got back in and everyone was still ready and willing to dance the night away. and make faces at me when i took their pictures.
laura.

jesse.

vorrasi.

boyfriend john and jo divestar posed like the nice children they are. well, jo did at least.

...while a certain notorious one was getting busy on the other side of the dancefloor. mon dieu!

such good times. as always, laura has better pictures. so long shout!