Last night's GBV show at Warsaw was out of hand. First of all, I wasn't going to go, was just meeting Cat and Amy for drinks at Enid's. But then someone offered to sell me a ticket for ten, and Cat said she'd put in five, and Amy said she'd buy me a drink - how could I not go?

So I went, and we drank, and saw old friends, and dealt with the crappy opening act, and then right as GBV went on I noticed old pretty boy Mr. Julian Casablancas sliding into the crowd with a girl who was pretty much the female version of him - unwashed messy hair (or at least she had used a Bumble & Bumble product to simulate that look), denim jacket, old t-shirt, converse hi-tops. Like, seriously, I thought they were related. Anyway, Bob Pollard spots him in the crowd and basically talks to him the entire show. It's all "Julian" this, and "Julian" that. I mean, come on Bob, there are 500 other people in the room - don't play favorites just because he's prettier and younger than your average GBV fan.

Then Julian gets kicked out for smoking a cigarette, which was genius. The big Polish bouncers didn't give a shit who he was, they took him by the scruff of the neck and escorted him out. Oh don't worry, he was back five minutes later, but for a while it was pretty goddamn funny over in Brooklyn. Bob never noticed Julian was gone, and then he was back in time for him to continue laying into him in a very loving way. He talked to him frequently throughout the show, mostly teasing him about how famous the Strokes are in comparison to GBV.

Favorite lines of the night:

"Julian don't leave me."

"Julian doesn't like to do interviews."

(after ranting about not caring what label he's on or how famous he is) "I don't give a shit. Julian doesn't give a shit. Well, Julian kind of gives a shit."

I am also happy to note Julian danced in the pit like the rest of the kids. All in all I approved of the Bob and Julian show very much and I highly recommend it when it comes to your town!

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