So Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist is a fun little film. Set to a fairly solid soundtrack of Bishop Allen, Devendra Banhardt and Band of Horses, it details the life and loves of some excruciatingly hip kids gallivanting across Manhattan and Brooklyn in search of a ‘secret gig’. Cause that’s what we all do with our nights: go to gigs in people’s warehouse residences.
OH HA! Maybe we do…. Prepare for a tale with only minor creative licence applied.
Faux-indie filmmakers get ready, because there is a spin-off in the works: Lisa and Abby’s Amazing Adventures.
Basically, Lisa and I tend to have nights out together which start out with the best of intentions: a quiet dinner, some drinks, maybe catch a band or three then drive home. But like all of the best plans, they fall by the wayside.
Last night was the latest instalment in the long running saga of freaking insane, but ridiculously fun adventures.
Deciding that a night of pizza and beer at K’s place in Marrickville wasn’t the best option for avoiding the 83 000 men named ‘Ben’ plaguing our lives, we strolled down Fotheringham Lane to the utterly delightful CAD Factory, a studio-cum-performance space tucked in a warehouse which doubles as some lucky fellows’ residence…
However before enjoying the sweet strains of the talented Adrian Deutsch, we sought nourishment to sustain our evening. Word from the wise: backstreets of Marrickville lack the abundance of Pho we had come to expect from the Vietnamese hamlet. Our options were limited to the neon glare of a decidedly dodgy Thai takeaway, or pub food.
Thinking a schnitzel was the safer option, we entered the bar only to be greeted by a handful of sun-weathered gentlemen and….. a woman dressed in only bra and g-string. At 7.30pm. In a suburban pub. As you do.
A form of perverse fight or flight kicked in…. do we go with the stripper flow, or retreat in favour of rice noodles?
We decided to solider on with stripper meals, however the taunting leer of our fellow patrons ushered us out. Curry puffs and Pure Blondes in hand, we trotted off to watch some truly awesome Adrian Deutsch which tickled me pink as I have tried in vain to catch a solo set for a good year now…
Adrian was followed by a Jack Ladder set complete with electronic beats supplement, which was certainly interesting, however the tone for the night was really set by a Kirin Callinan new creation ‘The Toddler’ with words not safe for blogging, the absolutely insane little ditty made us feel a little crazy, and let’s just say, craziness certainly ensued.
Without giving too much away, highlights (?) of the night included:
- Standing on benches to watch music (how positively unladylike of us!)
- A certain individual handing my phone number to a musician without me knowing (I die, I die! Haha),
- Only just avoiding an invitation from a Black Rebel Motorcycle affiliate to become girls three and four in his orgy (Amazing the people you meet at Cad… truly)
- Spending some time in a gutter with the singer of a band recently mentioned in this little blog, before offering him a lift home,
- Dancing to Girltalk in a service station in Rose Bay
- Making facebook friends (Because isn’t that just what life is all about?)
Tonight is Lisa’s birthday drinks, and I am oh so intrigued to see what King Street has to offer us…. Newtown has never failed me before. Oh dear. Stay tuned for Part 2.
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