Cat and I saw Sleater-Kinney with The Thermals tonight at Irving Plaza. The Thermals were fine, not amazing, but still a solid little punk rock band. I was kind of mesmerized by the bassist's breasts which were very young and perky and I felt a little weird until Cat admitted that she, too, had been mesmerized by their bounce the first time she saw them. You are less weird if someone joins you in it. Known fact.
Also I am sad to report all my pictures were crap because my camera is crap so there are no pretty S-K fashion shots. But they looked great and sounded great (they are always tight and fun) though I fear their old stuff doesn't feel so fresh anymore. However their new songs were pretty rocking, and they seemed to be more into that than their older music and it showed. And it's always exciting to see them rouse a crowd, but unfortunately I'm not in that crowd anymore. Ah to be a young punk feminist again, bouncing up and down for an hour and a half straight.
Also I got annoyed when two girls started smoking. They were annoying and drunk all night and were carrying HUGE bags that were wet from the rain and kept rubbing up against me and Cat, and then they lit up and I was like, Can you not fucking wait thirty more minutes bitches?
Also I realized I once drove to Chicago from DC for Thanksgiving with S-K's sound guy so it was nice to know he was still alive.
Also I saw Fred Armisen from SNL, who was (A) there by himself (B) shunning the VIP area for the ground floor (C) totally rocking out and (D) so very wee. I decided I liked him tremendously even though I have read not nice things about him on the web. Because I would like any boy who goes to an S-K show by himself just because he loves the music.
On the way home I heard a guy on the L say, "My friend is the Associate Producer on Raisin in the Sun. You know, P. Diddy's in it? He says he has moments of brilliance, but most of the time he doesn't seem to be getting all of it. Like, he doesn't understand the play. He said he's working his ass off though, so we'll see, we'll see."
A city waits, breathless with anticipation.