New York Night Train Happening (Douche City Edition)

Saturday night I was given my first night off from my new job and decided to find something to do. After about an hour of searching the internet for a halfway decent event in DC, we saw that Civilian Art Projects was hosting a New York Night Train Happening. Kid Congo Powers(ex-Cramps, Gun Club, and Bad Seeds, minus his current band, the Pink Monkey Birds), Edie Sedgwick (the shitty band, not Andy Warhol's muse), and EXACTLY(DC's "best" attempt) were to perform live along with DJs Jonathan Toubin and Nitekrawler. Also, we were to be dazzled by the Go-Go Dancing abilities of Anna Copa Cabanna and "gyrating" prowess of Hula-Hoop Harlot Melissa Anne. THIS WAS IT! Finally, our last hope for DC excellence.

The night started well. We have gotten used to paying $10 for any entertainment in Washington other than a jukebox full of shit, so the price of admission actually seemed appropriate. Drinks we priced well too, $3 for vodka & tonic or rum and Coke, alright! As people started to come in, we found what we have now come to expect in DC ie., cargo shorts, chillaxed jeans, Urban Outfitters new line of summer dresses, and (ugh) flip-flops. Unexpected entries into the arena of cool gear included a girl in a pink afro wig and extreme bike pant roll chic. Wow!

The DJs ripped through 45s of incredible soul and funk until EXACTLY took stage, shirtless and covered in stage blood. They were a bit more boring than i had been led to believe but the set was salvageable enough. Luckily, we spent the majority of the Edie Sedgwick performance waiting for the bathroom behind Mr. Missed Connection. They were even worse than I had expected, and that wasn't much. At last, it was time for DC resident Kid Congo Powers to hit us with what he had cooked up for the finale. With much fake silver hair on his head and face, the Kid belted out a few songs somewhere between the second Suicide album and his first band, The Cramps. He then took a break and handed things over to Anna Copa Cabanna for her musical performance. Still no sign of Hula-Hoop Harlot Melissa Anne, oh well.After a bit more DJ action, we decided to call it a night, effectively giving up on DC once and for all. It was a noble effort but expectations are now at an all time low. Thanks.

Sex Change (live) - Kid Congo Powers

Welcome to DC

Alright, alright, I know, I just started a blog called Loose Dirt, highlighting what the DC area has to offer. Well, honestly, that is just not my style. I moved here from Atlanta so that I could live with my girlfriend, Tycelin, and be happy. Sure, sacrifices would have to be made. I move from unruly and carefree Crackhouse to a small, uptight condo in Alexandria, VA. So here I am, with my two pet rats, my girlfriend, her go-getter mother, a tiny, poofy dog, and two insane kittens, with little space to call my own. My only escape is just across the Potomac River, the metro area known as the District of Columbia. Surely this would be the place for me. Being close to New York, Baltimore, and Philadelphia, certainly there would be some awesomeness in the capital city. WRONG. Just stay positive, I'll find a decent bar. WRONG. Keep on looking, I'll find a group of cool kids that will tell me the secrets of the city. WRONG. Well, after expressing my distaste for all things DC, Tyce kindly reminded me that I am a dick. I don't go with the flow, take things for what they are, make the best of things. I am a negative person and considered a hater. So, it's time to do what I do best and unleash the fury. No wonder you are referred to as "Dead City". No wonder DC Hardcore was so angry. No wonder you hung on to the small hope that Ian Svenonius provided you. Fuck you, Washington DC. You asked for it...