Soulive was incredible last night, except for the really tall dude with the Heinz Ketchup shirt on that kept mysteriously appearing directly in front of members of our party. Tall people suck, but luckily Soulive rules. Slerm, Nukes and Finch even all came with the same shirt on. Once again we were able to hang with the lovely Dineen, however, her fabulous friend Cindy was not in attendance (note: montague was berated for not mentioning Cindy on the website when I described the evening that I was introduced to her). I crashed at the Killah “from the Ali-Frazier Manilla” Dave’s pad, although the trip back to Belleville was long and treacherous. All I remember was an endless string of trains and cabs and wanting desperately to pass out cold. By the way…if you happened upon the 14th street Path station last night and noticed that someone dropped a big bottle of apple juice on the platform, that was me and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to and if it makes you feel better, I was thirsty the whole way home.
Tonight, we are rolling out in full force to check out Robert Walter’s 20th Congress with special guest Charlie Hunter at Wetlands. This promises to be a late night, so don’t wait up. As a matter of fact, I should be going now.
btw….Today, me and the nukulator scooped-up a nectar beachouse on LBI for the 4th of July week. Jelled?