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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

IndieRock Deathmatch: Georgie James vs Statehood (REPOST)

Edit: Potsy took so long to get this review up that it's since been buried under all kinds of posts, but we thought we'd repost it up here at the top of the blog, since it's funny. As usual his post title lacks the good high-impact pun that we're known for so I was trying to think of some alternatives that are poo-related. Here's a few:
1--(Devil's Food) Cake Parade: refers to Georgie James hit "Cake Parade", combined with brown reference. Although if you have to explain it, it's not funny. Bit of a stretch.
2--Origin of the Feces: nothing to do with Georgie James but I like it just the same.
3--The Rock Show At Pooh Corner

Feel free to add your suggestions in the comments.

Georgie James
with Aqueduct and
Roofwalkers 11/16/07 @ The Black Cat $10

Yeah, I know this review is late, and now my tardiness is compounded by a slew of nonsense posted this week which will likely bury this review well under the fold. Some RC members have nothing better to do than to post incessantly for a few days at a time. It's either that or they have exceptional time management skills. Whatever the case may be, I'm weighing in our recent venture out to see local junior rock stars Georgie James perform another local show at our favorite local Black Cat. They are 2007's answer to 2006's Statehood. We've seen them a bunch.

Step into the way-back machine, Simon. It was an interesting Friday the 16th for me personally. I worked from home that day as I was having leaky pipes in my bathroom ceiling repaired. Yup, exciting stuff - I know. This is the life of a single 30-something home owner. So I was stuck home for the day, and without an operable bathroom all day long, no less (for those like myself who don't read much, this is called foreshadowing). Repairs were completed and water stopped dripping from my ceiling and all was well. Time to rock.

RC headed for the Black Cat and found ourselves happily in the mix of the young hipster crowd in the Red Room. I was last to the bar as I was chatting up cool hippy chick Lauren at the door. She has a nose ring. She is good to talk to and easy on the eyes. She works at the Black Cat. I wonder if she can cook. Anyway, by the time I got to the bar, I could tell something was amiss.

I walked in to find Jimbromski and Jumboslice cozied up at the bar with beers in front of them and the bar tender asking me what I wanted. Not too bizarre a scene, I know, but usually one person orders a round for all. So when faced with the barmaid's question, "what can I get you," I froze. "A beer," I answered weakly - obviously confused. It was a busy night and she didn't have time for these shenanigans. Understandably so. What's with the single beer order, fellas? Do I owe someone money? I quickly asked for a Red Room Ale, the "Mr. Pibb" of beers on tap. Or as Jumboslice likes to call them, "Black Cats." I began enjoying my Red Room Ale (RRA), paying no mind to our recent discussion about how there is something about this beer that unsettles the stomach.

We went upstairs to check out the second band, Aqueduct (sorry Roofwalkers, I didn't see you, so I've got nothing to say about you). I had no idea what song these Aqueduct musicians were playing, but it was a catchy little hip-hop jingle, and it had me all fired up. I soon learned that this was Warren G and Nate Dog's Regulate, and not Aqueduct's normal shtick.

After that, they turned to play something less interesting that I assume they wrote themselves. This was about the time that I felt like Jimbromski at the Mozzer concert (see his post). So I left and headed to the cleanest WC in the neighborhood. Sorry Bar Pilar. Everything was fine until someone started knocking on the door, and it was time to move on. I headed back to the show in plenty of time to catch the opening of Georgie James.

Unlike some of my rockmates, I am deaf and blind to this band's imperfections. I'm like a teenage girl at a NKOTB concert circa 1991 when I see Laura Burhenn. The screaming, the crying. It's embarrassing. I was quickly into this show. RC readers will remember that Georgie James has already been featured on our site for their August Fort Reno performance, and before that in May for their performance at the Onion's kick-off. I also had a lovely conversation with Ms. Burhenn at the bar at the RnRH after Jimbromski and I conducted the interview with 1990s. Here's a recap of the aforementioned:

As I said, I was quickly into this show. But after song number 3, the RRA started to cause some trouble and I was soon wishing I was back at Bar Pilar. I have to think the RRA and my day without an operable loo conspired to scuttle my dreamy evening with Laura. The rest of RC knows that I had to step out (again) to take care of unfinished business at this point in the night, but what they don't know is that I actually went all the way back to the rockclubhouse. I didn't think returning to Bar Pilar was really an option.

Shitbreak Finch

Anyway, I hustled my way back from home to catch the last three songs of Georgie James and found that the rest of RC had headed downstairs before the show ended. They weren't impressed. I thought the beginning and the end of the show were great. I also noticed that the guitarist was sporting a Ted Leo shirt. I mention this only because Jumboslice had been lobbying for us to check out Ted and his druggists for an upcoming RC show. I took this photo for you Jumboslice.

You like Ted Leo too, Jumboslice? Yay!

I have yet to mention the high volume of young hot chicks at this show. I think I was actually accused of picking this show precisely because of that, even though I had originally suggested we check out VHS or Beta for the week's show. But no one could commit to it earlier in the week. Anyhow, I only mention the higher than normal chick-quotient as it relates to my RC review scale. Georgie James is certainly a band that can get you laid. Especially if you're a 16 year old dude from the burbs with a car. I think there were lots of young'uns there.


Jimbromski said...

I took the liberty of adding the picture of Shitbreak.

Your video clips are actually audible these days, nice. The stalker montage was pretty funny.

Someday some smart manager is going say to her, hey babe, let's lose chubbo, and take this shit solo.

(That rhymes, by the way, which makes it more likely that a slick Hollywood type would actually say that.)

Jimbromski said...

Wait, I just thought of another alternative title: Diarrhea of a Madman

Anonymous said...

But wait--what do you rate the show? A number TWO?

Jimbromski said...

ooh, nice one

Who's the next to be struck down by GI distress at a show? Potsy made the right choice by heading out of Black Cat to do his thing altho I think going all the way home for round 2 was excessive.

Potsy said...

Yeah. I can't give it one of those numbered reviews since I actually liked the show.

There's a reason the title isn't pithy/clever/whatever... it's the same reason you're suggestions fall flat. And "as usual" is a bit of an over statement, no? Let's not forget about "Pony Excess," "Murder He Wrote," "Cover Me Badd," and I thought "Van Hail 'Em" wasn't bad either. Should I continue?

Potsy said...

My posts tend to be long, so I held back a little on this one. Here are a few other highlights from the Georgie James night.

First, I ran into my neighbor and her lovely friend who I am not-so-secretly in love with - who also has a music blog: Audiogram (http://girlsound.vox.com/). She goes by Emma Peel, but I know her real name, cuz you should know the real name of anyone you secretly wish would get divorced and start anew, right? I know, that's an awful thing to say, but I don't really know her husband, so maybe it isn't. I don't know what goes on behind closed doors.
Anyway, also that night, I was explaining why I couldn't take advantage of tix to the Georgetown basketball game this coming Saturday, and this is the exchange I had with Jumboslice.
P: I can't take them. I'm getting my hair cut.
JS: Oh yeah.
P: Yeah.
JS: Where at? Bang!?
P: No. Trim.
It loses its impact in written form, but I assure you that this exchange did nothing to advance Jumboslice's or my claim at heterosexuality.

Jumboslice took this a step further as I was chatting up the aforementioned Emma Peel. Here's the story Jumboslice was telling her, and her friends.
JS: Yeah, sometimes Potsy takes me up to his roof. It's really nice up there. We'll go up together and have a few drinks and lounge around.
He kept going with this description in details that I have since blocked from my memory. I don't know what JS's problem was that night, like I said in my post, something was amiss. I have a theory that since JS is married and expecting, he wants to ruin any chance I have at hooking up (even though he purports to be my wingman of sorts).
Last fun fact of the night. I bought a Georgie James shirt. I haven't bought a concert T since 1993, I think (my Metallica Pusshead shirt). Sorry Jumboslice, the Georgie James shirt is not pink, like your Dan Deacon shirt. Everyone following the theme here? Jumboslice. Give DLR a call. See what he's up to.

Jumbo Slice said...

I admit the description of us on the roof went from bad to worse. After I mentioned the roof, I worried you didn't want your neighbors knowing about your rooftop access. So instead of mentioning the whole group, I only mentioned you and I. I figured it was better than them knowing you brought up 8-10 people. Hence, the gayness. Sorry. I wasn't trying to kill your chances w/ the ladies, I swear. We all want you to "have relations". It's an important goal of Rock Club b/c you're kind of a dick when you hit a dry spell.

Jumbo Slice said...

Back to the music...

I just want to go on record as saying that GJ is overhyped. I enjoy the record and thought the show at Fort Reno was really good, but the last two shows haven't impressed me at all. They get an inordinate amount of attention b/c Laura is crazy hot. I get that. I just think there are a number of other DC bands that are better (and no, Le Loup is not one of them).

I'd give the show a generous C-, which translates to about a 4.3 on the RC scale.

Rob said...

God, I just want Laura to take off her shoes and run barefoot through my chest hair.