There are so, so, so many awesome people at baseball games. The dude that goes to every game and bangs a cowbell or drum or something and fully crafts an identity based on it. The kid that runs around the stadium after the game picking up and taking home, like, forty souvenir cups. (Mets games also have swarms of ultra-hipsters, which totally blew my mind.) And last but not least. As a matter of fact, fully the most awesome of the baseball game folks. The dude that goes to every home game. Alone. And listens to the game. On a radio headset. The. Entire. Time. Sew tite.
OK. So tonight. Tonight I'm opening for Matt Heckman. So I'll be at 49 Grove from 10-12. Then I'm party rocking the basement of LPR with the Pants Dance crew. Plus Anna Lunoe. And Julius Sylvest. And La Fitz. Spinning there from 2-4. And from 12-2? Drinking. Or taking a nap in the DJ booth of a club. Let's play it by ear.
See that picture up there? Swear to everything good and holy. That's the most Tubetops thing I've ever seen. James is crooning. Because yeesh, does that dude ever shut up? Christ almighty. And Algy? Light plaid shirt. Mega handsome stubble. What a stud, no? Mike with the ill cardigan. And ayo. Everyone. Peep Kev. Shouts to Kev for being secure enough in his awesomeness to be the only kid drinking a tall boy instead of a 40 in his band's press picture. (Weak.)
So anyways. Handsomeness and overall awesomeness of the crew aside. Peep these new Tubetops songs. They're sew, sew, sew ticey. Debut EP dropping on December 8th. Self-titled. God, it's gonna rock so intensely. I'm so proud of my friends. What awesome people. Musicians and gentlemen. Male models and role models.
Also. New single from The Knocks. Featuring Gary Go. "Magic." I'd write about how good it is, but I kinda gotta go brush my teeth. Just listen to it. It's good, blah, blah, it's great, etc. It's The Knocks, you know it's gonna be quality.