les sexy fav

[motherprussia]

There are reasons why we drive so far to some concerts. Like Les Savy Fav. It all started Saturday afternoon, driving about an hour and a half back to my hometown to stay the night, see some friends, and prepare for Les Savy Fav the next day.

I wake up Sunday, and I go to out to eat with my dad, something we used to do all the time on Sundays before I went off to college. Then I waited around until 5:30 pm to take off to Chicago for the show (at the Bottom Lounge). The doors don't open until 8, but since Chicago traffic can be a real motherfucker, I don't like taking any chances. So I pick up my friend Dave, and we start the trip up to the venue on the north side of Chicago, and we get there in a very reasonable hour. When we drive past the venue, I see a lone figure sitting outside. It's Mike, my bands guitarist/song writer. I honk, and he waives. I find a parking spot after about five minutes, and it's Sunday, which is nice because you don't have to pay at the meters or worry about a boot or anything. Dave and I walk a couple blocks to the venue, and there's Mike, still sitting there and waiting patiently all by himself for the venue to open in an hour and a half. As I walk up he starts running toward me, holding his arms out. It's like a scene in the movies, and I run towards him with my arms wide open. He jumps, and I catch him and we embrace for a good minute (I hadn't seen him in about two weeks <3).

So, I hear that Jason (our bassist) and another friend Tom are around, which is cool. Then Mike says to me, "Dude, that's Sid, you know, bassist and owner of French Kiss Records."

"Awesome, it's a good thing I have forty-one demos right here." And then I walk over to him and introduce myself, "Hey, I'm Kyle, how are you doing?" I go on to tell him about Missing Score and give him a demo. We talk a little bit about music and such, and I talk to this other band giving out demos, all cool guys and such. Keep in mind, no one else is really around at this point, maybe two other people have showed up (18 and over show kind of has something to do with that).

So, we pass some more time, talking and whatnot. We pose with Tim for some pictures (oh, you'll see them), and get some sort of hex put on us by a bum and his skulled staff. Eventually, the doors open and we're the first one's in, right up against the railing at one of the best venues in Chicago. I can almost touch the first band's drum set.

We pass some more time until the show starts at 9:15. The first band is called Smoke and Smoke, and I hear they're former Murder City Devils (which unfortunately, I don't know too much about). The band consists of a bassist (8-string bass), drums, and vocalist. A lot of energy, and really different music (not anything like whirlwind heat who have a similar set up). I enjoyed it a lot, but kind of dropped the vocalist when he decided to jump on me. I picked him up and threw him back on stage, gave him a pat on the back, and he smiled at me. All in all a band I need to look more into.

Then came the Detachment Kit. I really love some of the stuff I've heard from them, but some songs make me cringe (I do not like their mellower stuff). But they played all their energetic and fucking awesome songs. The other guitarist, I swear he's gay, but he's fucking hot, too. I got his shirt when he took it off, and I put it in my mouth. It was fucking dripping with sweat. Delicious.

At one point the lead singer put his guitar down and jumped right over me and into the audience (the whole time I was front row right in the middle, right in front of the lead guys). People in the crowd wanted him to take his shirt off, but he was reluctant, so I decided to intervene, and tried to take his shirt off. He was grabbing the mike with both hands, so I couldn't get his shirt off, and I decided to just air him off and grab his ass. Then he stood on the railing right in front of me, and he was screaming to the song, and then I started screaming. Then he bent down and gave me the mike and I unleashed about eight all out screams that went perfectly with the music. It gave me such an adrenaline rush, and I just fucking seizured for the next minute, I didn't know what was going on, I was so into it. Apparently, the singer looked impressed and gave me the double thumbs up when I finished, but I didn't see. But that was absolutely one of the most memorable things I can think of.

Eventually the audience got 3/4 of the band to take their shirts off (that's when I got the gay one's shirt), and the singer broke two strings on his guitar in the same song. Goddamn, they were fucking entertaining and I had a hell of time.

And now the band that we've all been waiting for: Les Savy Fav. No, no, no, they did not disappoint. At this time, everything just felt like extra, the night had been so awesome. I just fucking danced and humped Mike the whole time, everyone having the time of their life and letting loose. I think my friend Dave even got into it a bit, and that's saying something. I got to fondle Tim's chest hair, grab his ass, give it a slap, all while singing along. The highlight was the very last song of the encore. Where Jason, Mike, me, and many others went up on stage and fucking danced and followed our leader, Tim. At one point, I grabbed one of the mics on stage and started singing along, and letting other people get in on the fun, including some of the Detachment Kit guys who had made their way on stage. At one point on stage, I was on the ground, and Tim laid down and rested his head right on my lap. I got really close to him and massaged his beard. It was a(nother) nice intimate moment with him.

So when that last song was done, and I took a deep breath, I saw Sid with his bass still on, and I went up to him--still on stage--and I shook his hand again and told him how much I appreciated all the fun. He replied, "Thanks, Kyle," impressively remembering my name. (Also, in the middle of the set, he came up to me and handed me a water bottle, which was a fucking nice gesture on his part. I took a big drink and shared some with Mike and Tom. Goddamn, that was refreshing.)

So then I started handing out demos to people who were just standing around. Gave one to the hot gay lovely Detachment Kit guitarist, gave one to the awesome bassist of Smoke and Smoke, and then I saw Tim again. I gave him the very special orange copy of our demo (the only orange one ever!) and told him not to tell Sid I gave him the extra special demo. Then he put it in his underwear. I saw his pubes. We smiled at one another.

So after all that fun, I made it back to Lafayette in just under two hours and fifteen minutes, cruising at a very reasonable 75 miles per hour (122 km/hr). I wasn't in a hurry, and I was hopped up on mocha frappacorporite caffeine drink, which is mainly the reason I went through all this effort writing this.

I just want to go to bed so I can get up in a few hours and go to class.

Fuck, I think the room is spinning, but it's all good. It's all goddamned motherfucking good.

[motherprussia]

pictures!

www.missingscore.net/images/les_savy_fav

the second or third one is a picture of me and tim

[motherprussia]

[soniktruth]

motherprussia said:

classical picture....

[CoKeS]

what was up with all that homo-erotic shit in that concert review prussia?

[motherprussia]

it's called having sex with men...god, you're so slow!

[soniktruth]

It was all fun and games for Les Savy Fav last weekend at a private party in Las Vegas for VICE magazine and clothing designer Paul Frank until someone got their ass kicked out. The band had been tapped to play a private set for a mixed crowd of jetsetting drug fiends and hipster threadlords at Vegas' Pioneer Casino. But first! The evening was to start with class.

According to LSF frontman Tim Harrington, "We get there and it's like a cowboy bar. There's a mechanical bull, and they're setting up this mud wrestling pit, and there's like eight girls in bikinis and this big fat ox with a shaved head and like five rolls in the back of his neck. He's being like, 'Now ladies, remember, this isn't a standard competition. There will be no purse for the winner, and you'll all be paid equally. Beware that when you're out there you're not supposed to be naked, but if your tatas do fall out, I don't see so good, so just let's not say it would be a bad thing. Also, if you want to do any lesbo stuff, that would be great too.'"

The scene, it seems, was set for lewd conduct. But as casino security saw it, no real lewdness occurred until afterwards, when Les Savy Fav took the stage. Says bassist Syd Butler, "What happened was, Tim had a wireless mic that gave him pretty much free range over this entire redneck, cowboy scene, country bar. And he took off his clothes-- I think he was actually in like a bikini bathing suit and briefs-- and he got into the mudpit and these bouncer guys just lost their shit. They wouldn't get in because they didn't want to get dirty. They were just trying to get him out and it was sort of this big mess."

"All the sudden," says Harrington, "around me are like eight clones of the big giant guy-- little, like, mini, sub-bosses of the big boss. And they're all doing an 'out' type gesture and yelling in my ear, and I'm really boogieing down. I start pretending like I can't get out-- you know, it's slippery-- so that I can stay there a little longer 'cause the mud felt really good once it got covered on you. It wasn't mud so much as like a slick clay. It felt great. And I'm reaching for one of the guy's hands, trying to judge how much effort would it take to pull this person in but still have it come across as an accident. But I gave a little tug on this man-mountain and realized that I would probably have to wrap my entire body around his legs and start flopping around."

Fortunately, Tim was finally able to gain some ground against the relentless pit and hoist his mud-soaked self from its slippery grip. "The second I got my underpants," Tim regales us, "I run backstage and I see this guy and he's like, 'Come on, let's get you hosed off.' And I thought, 'Oh, this guy's being cool. He's like, working with me. He's gonna get me hosed off.' So I go out the back door with him, to the outside, and he gives me this hose and goes back in. And as I'm waiting for him to turn the hose on, I get a really bad feeling. And I decide: You know what? No way."

Indeed, the show wasn't over yet. "So I run back out onstage, covered in mud, dripping, and we start playing again, and there's a kid breathing into the corner of my wet and clay-filled underpants, making them puff up. And when we finished, I go and get hosed off, thinking nothing is going down. But then I realize there's a lot of those bouncers guys that I'd seen hanging outside, and no one I know, and that they're all hanging between me and the door."

And then the hammer finally fell: "All the sudden, out comes the big boss man with multi rolls-- neck man-- and he says, 'You are not coming back in this club. You are being 86'd from this casino. Do you know what that means? You will be taken to the front. You will be written up, photographed, and if you ever return to this casino again, you will be immediately arrested.' And I'm like, 'Oh, okay. That's fine.' And he says, 'Do you want to know why you're being 86'd?' And I was like, 'I mean, I don't care. I just want to get out of here.' He had to tell me why: 'Lewd, obscene behavior, covering the stage in mud, and ruining all the microphones. This is our stage and you destroyed it. You're going to be fined and you are going to be 86'd. Do you understand? You're never allowed back in this casino.'"

Security then handcuffed Harrington, and hauled him off to have him written up, photographed, and finally, ejected. "They basically arrested him on lewd behavior," says Butler, "which is the ultimate irony, I think. It was lewd behavior after six women were mud wrestling in thong underwear? Apparently, naked girls wrestling in mud, for money, is acceptable, but Tim in his underwear is a lewd and a mischievous act." As for Tim, he understands that should he ever enter the casino again he'll be arrested on sight, but he's still tempted to challenge the venue's authority: "30 years from now, I want to start getting disguised and only going there."

Les Savy Fav are just wrapping up a brief U.S. tour, but if you're lucky (?) enough to live in Atlanta or Carrboro, there's still time to catch them before a two-month break. After that, the band have lined up six additional dates, to kick off on November 8th in Seattle and glide down the West Coast:



those trouble makers......

[motherprussia]

yeah, i read that off of pitchfork...

those lovable bastards