Because of what must have been some terrible mixup, I was not on the guest list for the Shiny Toy Guns show at the Viper Room. I was informed that I would be on the list as Johnny Metropolis, so you can imagine how embarrassing it was to say that to the bouncer and get denied.
Luckily, I am awesome, and after popping a Mentos® I walked around to the band entrance, picked up a keyboard case, and carried it inside.
At the show were my new friends B-Job and Robbo, both indie/electroclash DJs from Oklahoma of all places. To be fair, they are from Tulsa, a city that does have a reputation for being the 21st century oasis in Oklahoma’s vast and uncaring desert of hopeless bleak despair. It’s nice to like something from Oklahoma, you don’t get the chance often.
Both gentlemen were kind enough to let me hang behind the decks and pick up some DJ tips. Robbo wasn’t even two songs into his set when some bald old English fellow stumbled over to the booth and screamed at me, “PLAY BLUE MON-DIE!!” He came back in a short time and demanded we “PLAY SOME HAPP-AY MON-DIES!!”
I told him Robbo didn’t have any Happy Mondays, and asked what his hard-on for Manchester bands was all about. He laughed and said something like, “I’m impressed jfijfioeurj you know fjhosifjd Manchester muhnaustzzzz you’re alright, mate.”
That was kind of him to say, but I still wasn’t going to fuck him.
Shiny Toy Guns were characteristically excellent but the real surprise of the night was Boygirl. Check them out for yourself. I’d write more about their music and performance but I need to save it for my forthcoming electrocore review, which I am looking forward to writing with lots of colorful language and big words and spelling and grammar to make people think I know what I’m talking about. You know, as in not like this livejournal.
After the shows, I introduced myself to a girl I’d been chatting with on MySpace, but we didn’t get to talk much because her mohawk-sportin’ date teleported to her side almost immediately. I was impressed.