Johnny Runaround · Jun 7, 05:00 PM
Thursday night music blitz around town. Here we go… stop at favorite bar and Sad Crocodile homebase Galaxy Hut to interview DC shoegazer legends Lorelei. Grab super tasty burger, chat with Heather, Kristin and GH honcho Lary and retire to the old silo from Bardo which is now the Hut’s patio. Stephen, Matt and Davis give me some good quotes and hopefully they enjoy talk to me as much as I enjoy talking to them.
Wrap it up and text Jamie Greenland to see if they are on yet. No reply. Hmmmm…. Race across town to the Black Cat anyway. Lauren is working the door which always means a good night. She is my lucky charm! Double-time it upstairs to see the band in full on rock mode with Rishi on second guitar. Jamie is sporting a “Foster” cut and it looks killer and Tony is always Mr. Cool. They blast out in sharp contrast to the intimate shows we have played together but it still sounds amazing. See Vicki and say hello and throw a quick Greenland plug in while I am at it. This next record could be it for these boys in a good way.
Sporting my unironic RUN DMC shirt (Jamie’s brother tells me this is an awesome big belly shirt – which is damning and a compliment in equal portions) I hang for a little. Good bourbon. Mile Benjamin Anthony comes on and lacks songs and charm. Ugh. Good conversation gives way to White Rabbits and I have to jet. Bye to Lauren and straight to my super awesome right in front of the club parking spot and I head to Iota to close the night.
Wait a minute Johnny? Isn’t Iota less than a block from where you started the evening at the Hut? Uh…. yeah….
Get there as Junior League is half way into their set. My shirt is really sticking out amongst all the noodle dancing going on. Crazy fake hippies. I love that they are totally into it though. Lissy and crew play their super engaging pop/bluegrass thing to the crowd’s delight. We get a chance to chat afterwards and end the evening with hours of girltalk which I rarely have these days.
Lissy and her friend Robin tickle me with tales of romantic woe and general funny stories. The night ends perfectly with Lissy in the middle of the street in 20 dollar heels with her “wardrobe” in a plastic grocery bag and a banjo strapped to her back hailing a cab.
— John Foster
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