Science Club played a day set at Ding Dong Lounge in New York City on Saturday, and, if you definition of “success” is as loose as ours is, the show was another success.
Here are the important facts and a figures from the show:
First and foremost: it is not lost on me how apropos it is that Science Club, basically just a walking pratfall in band form, is playing a place called Ding Dong Lounge.
We got the gig through our bros in Hopeless Otis, who booked the show, promoted the show, then bailed on the show because sometimes life is cruel and times can be hard. Then, like a Phoenix rising from Andrew Jackson Jihad, Larry from Hopeless Otis showed up anyway to watch the gig. He’s a goddamn prince and you chodes should buy one of their records. Larry tells me they’re planning a summer tour down the east coast, so if you have a chance to see ’em, take it.
Chris Andrews from One Mighty Ugly Backpack booked and promoted the show. Chris, I found out, does One Mighty Ugly Backpack all by himself, which is nuts considering he books roughly 2 shows a week. I threw one show in my backyard last year and nearly had a panic attack, so I don’t know how Chris is able to be such a cool, friendly, supportive dude. If you’re in a band and you want to play, I suggest you look him up, because he’s one of the good guys. Also, he’s coming to Philadelphia in the next few weeks. Be there, ya dinks.
I need to apologize to Rick Rocker, who played after us at ol’ Ding Dongs. There comes a point in every set where someone (me) needs to tune their instrument or someone (me) needs to catch their breath or someone (me) needs to buy a beer or someone (me) needs to change a broken string. When this inevitbily happens (and it always happens), a good way to kill time is to shout out the other bands on the bill and to tell people to stick around for the next act. I usually do this by saying something like “thanks, y’all. Stick around for Rick Rocker, he’s gonna be great.” Pretty tame, right? Well, Saturday, I went a little off book and said, “stick around for Rick Rocker, he’s going to suck your dick.”
I know. Not great. Rick took my bawdy attitude in stride, but the second I said it, I realized that it was not something one person should say about a stranger’s music and expect that stranger to understand that it was intended as a compliment. So, yeah, I’m kind of a fucker. Sorry, Rick. I don’t mean to be.
We got paid! Why do people keep doing that? I don’t know how much, because it was a pass-the-hat kind of show and we just took a grip of money out of a bucket and handed it to Joey for safekeeping, but it’s still nice to have money to put toward being in this dumb band. If you never see him again, you now know why.
We sold some merch! No idea how much, but I’m told one person paid $20 for our EP, which is complete batshit madness. Thanks, whichever loony toon did that. I love you more than any other.
That’s not true. I love my cousin Emily and her fiance Joel, too, for coming to the show like sweet, decent people. Kudos as well to Greg and Auntie Lo for making the trip out to watch us hump around and sing songs about not being good enough.
So, yeah, it was a good show. I hope we play Ding Dong’s Lounge again soon, it’s a great place. We’ve got a show coming up in Philly on Saturday, but I’ll save that for another day.
- Train in Vain
- Steal Your Shit
- Pimp C
- Beach Song
- Blood Ghost
- Sad Song
- Song in the Sea
- A Future Sure to Come
May 24: Ding Dong Lounge, NYC
April 6: Jrs Bar
April 5: ABC No Rio, NYC
April 4: Monirae’s, Syracuse
April 3: Bug Jar, Rochester
March 23: Voltage Lounge
March 1: The Trocadero
Jan 11: Lit Lounge, NYC
Jan 10: Voltage Lounge