This Fish Needs A Bicycle

adventures in rock and roll

“Where are you? Have you seen the moon?”

It was sometime around 10 last night. I was in my apartment and had, quite honestly, not given a single thought to the moon. I cradled my cell phone, chatting with Ben as I pulled on a sweatshirt and hastily tied a sarong. I couldn’t very well go to the roof in my knickers.

Unfortunately, the moon was hiding in the only piece of the sky blocked from my view. Ben’s suggestion? Get on the 4/5 to Grand Central, hop the L to Williamsburg and meet him at Laila Lounge. If I couldn’t see the moon, I might as well catch a rock show.

“I am not going to Williamsburg.”

After a long-ass day, I was pajamaed, in bed with Magnum and finally relaxed. I told him as much, wished him a good show and settled in for the night.

Ten minutes later, he tried again. And this time, he said the magic words, “I’ll pay for your cab.”

I’ve been hearing about The Nadas for months. Ben met Jason at Sundance, and has sustained quite the devoted man-crush ever since. Which, after spending last night with them, is not surprising in the least. The music (uploaded to my iPod this morning) is really only the half of it, though. There was a serenade to pizza, a hilarious journey home with Ben playing Tour Guide for our new friends.

“Skate or die, man. Skate or die.”

If you were walking the streets on our route from Williamsburg to Manhattan, the odds were that The Nada’s Mike hollered at you through the car window. Skater, hooker, midnight snacker. All were encouraged to skate or die.

Hours after I planned to be asleep, prepping for another ass kicking at the office, I was back home where I’d started. And despite being something of a control freak, I didn’t really even mind so much. Several really honest, pure performances (Ben’s Shiver was particularly touching) and so much laughing.

It was shortly before three o’clock when I accepted a slap on the wrist from Ben over the state of my apartment (I was not expecting company), munched a bowl of Mini Wheats and finally collapsed into bed.

I never did get to see the moon.

Posted by This Fish at May 11, 2005 10:22 AM