DRESSY BESSY &
THE STARLIGHT MINTS:
CHAOS ON SIXTH
March 10, 2004 Austin, Texas - Most nights are best laid
without any plans. I wavered for hours on end trying to
decide if I should've bought a bottle of Night Train to drink
before the show or not. It may be the only way I was
drinking all night, with cover taking up the rest of the
available funds. I eventually decided against it, and
finally convincing PE to head on to see the show, I walked into
the Parish (formerly the much cooler sounding 'Mercury') and
much to my dismay, Dressy Bessy was already on stage.
It was after acclimating myself to the hipster environ I turned around
and decided to have a beer. That is when the trouble started. I
ran into S, who insisted on buying me a beer. I declined, ponying up
the three bucks for my Lone Star tall boy with a certain swagger even.
It was at the same time PE was in a parking lot downing Busch tall boys
working on a quick buzz.
Dressy Bessy sounded great, but it was hard to keep my focus when all my
attentions were firmly placed on the
lead singer - an extremely cute, dark haired girl wearing a brown
suitcoat and tie, matched with a short skirt and some deadly boots. I
joked with S about putting her in the same category of hottness as seasoned
vet
Carla Bozulich. A few more beers slipped down the pipes and I was well on my way to losing
touch with all reality fast.
Dressy Bessy's sweet set ended, and PE made his way in, joining S, his
girlfriend, and myself. PE was unwilling to introduce me to a hot girl
wearing glasses, whom and settled on smoking his unfiltered Camels.
The Starlight MInts began setting up, and the conversation raged, bouncing
around topics, my head beginning to spin. Lack of sleep, little food
and drastic reduction of alcohol can really mess with a man's tolerance.
The Starlight Mints rocked, much like their
show
last year at the
Mercury, with intense visuals (puppet pin wheels), a relaxed pace,
gorgeous sound and sweet songs. I tried convincing PE that all their
songs, which sound like upbeat Herb Alpert after listening to the Flaming
Lips, are really, really sad songs. I pointedly (and drunkenly!!)
repeated back some lines, resung with a heartfelt emotion that betrayed the
acid induced writing style of the band. PE had none of it.
We drank more beer, and hung out with S and his
girlfriend, and before long, literally before 12:30, the show was over.
PE headed out the door, and Casino El Camino and their cheese fries was the
next stop on the newly formed trio's dance card.
The night spilled out from there - discussions
about girls with glasses took center stage when a super hotty was talking to
a complete dud I've had many a conversation in the past few weeks
about girls dating down and always being seen with 'lumps' (not my word, but
a winner nonetheless!). This was the perfect case in point, and she
ditched him, only to find her boyfriend upstairs before anything could be
done to remedy the situation. After a particularly sweet lemon drop
shot, we were on our way to Emo's where we poked our heads in and watched a
European DJ spin some techno to an enthusiastic crowd of seventeen people.
He was tall, blonde and lanky, and made heartfelt gestures covering his
heart with both hands when the crowd applauded after every quick paced song.
The star of the show was two brunettes dancing in high heels and short black
dresses. I wasn't in any shape to impress them, and with our party
disintegrated, the house lights went on, and I started my trek home - a
drunken stumble to arrive at the homestead at 3 am.
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