"I feel it comin' together
People will see me and cry. Fame!
I'm gonna make it to heaven
Light up the sky like a flame. Fame!"
Ignoring for the time being that the lyrics quoted above could be read out of context to sound as though boasted by a death row sociopath nearly moments before his final will and testament, we here at HQ think that before too long, all the world will be able to "remember, remember, remember, remember our name." Brewmaster Marshall and I are skyrocketing straight to the top - first, the sweet response to our awesome Avenue A-le at last Saturday's beer tasting tour, and now, we're hanging out with rock stars!
Yes, like the shameless rockutants we aspire to be, B.M. and I took the EVBC party on the road for a nice board meeting at Vazacs Horseshoe Bar on 7th and B (famously talked about in our ever expanding Brew York bar guide!) and parked ourselves next to the nearest celebrities we could find in order to glean off of their awesomeness. Brewmaster Marshall was able to get us in the door with his uncanny ability to recognize lesser known pop stars, and before too long we were rubbing elbows with James Mercer of the Shins and Brian Burton a.k.a. Danger Mouse of Gnarles Barkley fame. The duo is better known these days as Broken Bells...but maybe soon we'll just call them "friends".
Along with Jim and BriBri, I was also made to look the fool by declaring my fan-boy level love for the Black Keys when it was revealed to me that the guy who loaned me his lighter was in fact their drummer. Nothing says cool like screaming "omg i heart u guyz!" I assume I was so excited I somehow fell into text talk...not unlike how you speak better Spanish when you're drunk, or better Klingon when you're high. B.M. was even able to somewhat blow up Danger Mouse's spot by approaching him whilst he 'worked it' towards some unsuspecting 22 year old near the jukebox. I as well hovered close at hand, but that's merely because I wanted to pump more of my brother's dollars into the machine to blast b-side Danko Jones tracks and head bang at the bar.
All in all, the evening was a true success story. While I'm not convinced they will actually "remember our name," I'm relatively certain that we're fucking awesomer for having partied near, albeit slightly apart from, such kick ass rockers.
I'm gonna make it to heaven
Light up the sky like a flame. Fame!"
Ignoring for the time being that the lyrics quoted above could be read out of context to sound as though boasted by a death row sociopath nearly moments before his final will and testament, we here at HQ think that before too long, all the world will be able to "remember, remember, remember, remember our name." Brewmaster Marshall and I are skyrocketing straight to the top - first, the sweet response to our awesome Avenue A-le at last Saturday's beer tasting tour, and now, we're hanging out with rock stars!
Yes, like the shameless rockutants we aspire to be, B.M. and I took the EVBC party on the road for a nice board meeting at Vazacs Horseshoe Bar on 7th and B (famously talked about in our ever expanding Brew York bar guide!) and parked ourselves next to the nearest celebrities we could find in order to glean off of their awesomeness. Brewmaster Marshall was able to get us in the door with his uncanny ability to recognize lesser known pop stars, and before too long we were rubbing elbows with James Mercer of the Shins and Brian Burton a.k.a. Danger Mouse of Gnarles Barkley fame. The duo is better known these days as Broken Bells...but maybe soon we'll just call them "friends".
Along with Jim and BriBri, I was also made to look the fool by declaring my fan-boy level love for the Black Keys when it was revealed to me that the guy who loaned me his lighter was in fact their drummer. Nothing says cool like screaming "omg i heart u guyz!" I assume I was so excited I somehow fell into text talk...not unlike how you speak better Spanish when you're drunk, or better Klingon when you're high. B.M. was even able to somewhat blow up Danger Mouse's spot by approaching him whilst he 'worked it' towards some unsuspecting 22 year old near the jukebox. I as well hovered close at hand, but that's merely because I wanted to pump more of my brother's dollars into the machine to blast b-side Danko Jones tracks and head bang at the bar.
All in all, the evening was a true success story. While I'm not convinced they will actually "remember our name," I'm relatively certain that we're fucking awesomer for having partied near, albeit slightly apart from, such kick ass rockers.
