My review of Lilly’s just got posted over at Centerstage.net. Jay and I decided to hang with the college kids on Friday, and it was fun despite making me feel old and/or totally unhip. One odd thing I noticed was that the band members from the second band left before the third band was done playing. Is this acceptable? Seems pretty rude to me.
The review from The Rail will probably be posted later today, but you should know that the review will make it seem way better than our actual experience there. The music was painfully loud, and I am not usually a baby about loud music. And then they refused to turn it down, even though our group was probably 1/3 of the crowd on that particular night. So we had one drink and left for Huetenbar in Lincoln Square, which was way better. More fun to say, too.
(Update: review is here.)
I forgot to save my receipts at both places. Continuing this habit will make for an interesting tax season next year.
Claire Zulkey of the MBToolbox blog over at Mediabistro.com posted a missive about the writer’s tendency towards self hate, which comes at a particularly helpful time, considering that reviews for Lilly’s and The Rail mentioned above were considerably edited by the centerstage editor before being posted. Her changes made them both a lot more lively, prompting me to consider the life-altering question: “WHY THE HELL ISN’T MY WRITING MORE LIVELY?”
I bought a nice little moleskin notebook the other day, and I’m going to experiment with writing longhand. Probably will make me sound more pretentious, but it’s worth a try.