gang of awesome.

last night's gang of four show at the tribeca grand was absolutely off-the-hook, wet-your-pants, stop-the-presses incredible. to anyone who thought 50 bucks was too much to spend on a ticket, better luck next time. i can't remember any show *ever* that i liked this much. holy shit.

started out the night at home with boyfriend john and roommate jesse, drinking wine and watching dumb tv. thought i was never going to be able to make it out for the show, as it started at 1AM and by 10 we were already feeling totally middle-aged, which was a problem since we had actually (quel horreur!) shelled out fifty bucks for one of our tickets. luckily coffee fixed that and we headed out around midnight. once we arrived they ushered us downstairs, which meant that instead of the annie-style clusterfuck we'd been expecting, gang of four was actually going to be playing an intimate gig, as advertised! an auspicious beginning.

we mulled about drinking overpriced cocktails until people started to file in, at which point we found our spot near the stage. at this point it was starting to get packed. i made friends with some nice ladies next to me, who have some sort of photography website that i wanted to check out- of course i was so zooted last night that by now i've completely forgotten what it's called. shame on me. then right before the show, we realized our drinks were empty and i decided to risk running to the bar to replenish. as soon as i got to the front of the line the drums kicked in, so i hightailed it out of there and made a mad dash back to my spot near the front. apologies to anyone i elbowed/hipchecked/bitch-slapped along the way.

made it back up to the front and found that boyfriend john had been joined by. . .mike from the realistics! so best! and so the show began.

no review i post here can even come close to doing justice to how insanely awesome this show was. from start to finish, it was on-point, body-wrecking mayhem. it was more or less a greatest hits set--anthrax, to hell with poverty, at home he's a tourist, damaged goods, et al.--and they sounded unbelievably good for a bunch of guys who are approaching senior citizenship. the crowd went NUTS, and rightfully so. to be honest, i don't even remember much. their set was so good that the show was a total blur! the whole thing felt like it lasted five minutes. why can't all shows be so good?

as evidence of how hyper and hysterical i got during the show, here are the crappier-than-i-thought-possible photos i tried to take during the first few songs, after which i ditched my camera and surrendered to the madness. seriously, everyone who was there should consider themselves lucky that i didn't run around with my underpants on my head. for real. that crazy.

and here's a picture of john and mike after the show, trying to regain their composure. they had just taken their underpants off their heads.

as mike put it, we were truly privileged to have gotten the chance to see this show. it was worth every penny.

oh yeah, and jc chasez was totally there. as well as sasha frere jones from the new yorker. i'm sure they had loads to talk about.

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[jada]

see! and that's the gigantic hipster i told you about. he's in the picture with john and mike. he's like every thick-glasses, cowboy shirt-wearing guy i know, just blown up to pillsbury dough boy size. i love him so.

[jada]

okay, i think i meant the stay puft marshmallow man from ghostbusters. but whatever. still enamored.