Being such a miserable bastard towards everything with a lowercase “i” in front of it, ensures people send me things like this when they find them. Keep them coming.

Great news Detroiters–you’ve got three chances to catch Black Rebel Motorcycle Club on their 2006 winter tour:
February 9 Bogarts - Cincinnati, OH
February 10 Newport - Columbus, OH
February 13 Odeon - Cleveland, OH

BRMC adds themselves to the long list of bands who’ve skipped the Motor City in the last year to do extra shows in Ohio. While Detroit has always had the worst “modern rock” radio station in the (not our) country, Metro-Detroiters’ good taste and do-it-yourself-ed-ness (?) always led them to the quality music the rest of the country was listening to. So what’s changed in the D to make these bands feel unwelcome? Easy answer–nobody’s going to shows anymore.

But why? Is it the fact that Michigan currently has the worst economy in the country? I know I have my fair share of debt, but I’ve got to be honest, that never stopped me before–it’s how I earned my debt in the first place. In a city that wears its debt like a badge of honor, I don’t think its citizens are all too concerned with a $15 ticket.

Is it an age thing? The “older” crowd is still buying tickets when U2, The Rolling Stones and Depeche Mode come to town. The “younger” crowd makes bands like Him, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy pack venues. So what’s the deal with the twenty-something crowd? Do new jobs and marriages have us too busy for entertainment? Have we already allowed ourselves to become that boring at such an early age?

I’m using BRMC as an example, but there’s dozens of bands that fit their profile–a band that’s been stopping in Detroit since 2001 and work their way up to two crowded shows at the Majestic Theatre in 2004. 2005 rolls around, they get half the audience they’re used to, then decide to substitute Detroit with a Cleveland/Cincinnati combo on the next tour. You can’t say the fans have never been here–they’ve just stopped coming out.

Where you at, Detroit?

Great news Detroiters–you’ve got three chances to catch Black Rebel Motorcycle Club on their 2006 winter tour:
February 9 Bogarts - Cincinnati, OH
February 10 Newport - Columbus, OH
February 13 Odeon - Cleveland, OH

BRMC adds themselves to the long list of bands who’ve skipped the Motor City in the last year to do extra shows in Ohio. While Detroit has always had the worst “modern rock” radio station in the (not our) country, Metro-Detroiters’ good taste and do-it-yourself-ed-ness (?) always led them to the quality music the rest of the country was listening to. So what’s changed in the D to make these bands feel unwelcome? Easy answer–nobody’s going to shows anymore.

But why? Is it the fact that Michigan currently has the worst economy in the country? I know I have my fair share of debt, but I’ve got to be honest, that never stopped me before–it’s how I earned my debt in the first place. In a city that wears its debt like a badge of honor, I don’t think its citizens are all too concerned with a $15 ticket.

Is it an age thing? The “older” crowd is still buying tickets when U2, The Rolling Stones and Depeche Mode come to town. The “younger” crowd makes bands like Him, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy pack venues. So what’s the deal with the twenty-something crowd? Do new jobs and marriages have us too busy for entertainment? Have we already allowed ourselves to become that boring at such an early age?

I’m using BRMC as an example, but there’s dozens of bands that fit their profile–a band that’s been stopping in Detroit since 2001 and work their way up to two crowded shows at the Majestic Theatre in 2004. 2005 rolls around, they get half the audience they’re used to, then decide to substitute Detroit with a Cleveland/Cincinnati combo on the next tour. You can’t say the fans have never been here–they’ve just stopped coming out.

Where you at, Detroit?

Great news Detroiters–you’ve got three chances to catch Black Rebel Motorcycle Club on their 2006 winter tour:
February 9 Bogarts - Cincinnati, OH
February 10 Newport - Columbus, OH
February 13 Odeon - Cleveland, OH

BRMC adds themselves to the long list of bands who’ve skipped the Motor City in the last year to do extra shows in Ohio. While Detroit has always had the worst “modern rock” radio station in the (not our) country, Metro-Detroiters’ good taste and do-it-yourself-ed-ness (?) always led them to the quality music the rest of the country was listening to. So what’s changed in the D to make these bands feel unwelcome? Easy answer–nobody’s going to shows anymore.

But why? Is it the fact that Michigan currently has the worst economy in the country? I know I have my fair share of debt, but I’ve got to be honest, that never stopped me before–it’s how I earned my debt in the first place. In a city that wears its debt like a badge of honor, I don’t think its citizens are all too concerned with a $15 ticket.

Is it an age thing? The “older” crowd is still buying tickets when U2, The Rolling Stones and Depeche Mode come to town. The “younger” crowd makes bands like Him, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy pack venues. So what’s the deal with the twenty-something crowd? Do new jobs and marriages have us too busy for entertainment? Have we already allowed ourselves to become that boring at such an early age?

I’m using BRMC as an example, but there’s dozens of bands that fit their profile–a band that’s been stopping in Detroit since 2001 and work their way up to two crowded shows at the Majestic Theatre in 2004. 2005 rolls around, they get half the audience they’re used to, then decide to substitute Detroit with a Cleveland/Cincinnati combo on the next tour. You can’t say the fans have never been here–they’ve just stopped coming out.

Where you at, Detroit?

Great news Detroiters–you’ve got three chances to catch Black Rebel Motorcycle Club on their 2006 winter tour:
February 9 Bogarts - Cincinnati, OH
February 10 Newport - Columbus, OH
February 13 Odeon - Cleveland, OH

BRMC adds themselves to the long list of bands who’ve skipped the Motor City in the last year to do extra shows in Ohio. While Detroit has always had the worst “modern rock” radio station in the (not our) country, Metro-Detroiters’ good taste and do-it-yourself-ed-ness (?) always led them to the quality music the rest of the country was listening to. So what’s changed in the D to make these bands feel unwelcome? Easy answer–nobody’s going to shows anymore.

But why? Is it the fact that Michigan currently has the worst economy in the country? I know I have my fair share of debt, but I’ve got to be honest, that never stopped me before–it’s how I earned my debt in the first place. In a city that wears its debt like a badge of honor, I don’t think its citizens are all too concerned with a $15 ticket.

Is it an age thing? The “older” crowd is still buying tickets when U2, The Rolling Stones and Depeche Mode come to town. The “younger” crowd makes bands like Him, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy pack venues. So what’s the deal with the twenty-something crowd? Do new jobs and marriages have us too busy for entertainment? Have we already allowed ourselves to become that boring at such an early age?

I’m using BRMC as an example, but there’s dozens of bands that fit their profile–a band that’s been stopping in Detroit since 2001 and work their way up to two crowded shows at the Majestic Theatre in 2004. 2005 rolls around, they get half the audience they’re used to, then decide to substitute Detroit with a Cleveland/Cincinnati combo on the next tour. You can’t say the fans have never been here–they’ve just stopped coming out.

Where you at, Detroit?

Great news Detroiters–you’ve got three chances to catch Black Rebel Motorcycle Club on their 2006 winter tour:
February 9 Bogarts - Cincinnati, OH
February 10 Newport - Columbus, OH
February 13 Odeon - Cleveland, OH

BRMC adds themselves to the long list of bands who’ve skipped the Motor City in the last year to do extra shows in Ohio. While Detroit has always had the worst “modern rock” radio station in the (not our) country, Metro-Detroiters’ good taste and do-it-yourself-ed-ness (?) always led them to the quality music the rest of the country was listening to. So what’s changed in the D to make these bands feel unwelcome? Easy answer–nobody’s going to shows anymore.

But why? Is it the fact that Michigan currently has the worst economy in the country? I know I have my fair share of debt, but I’ve got to be honest, that never stopped me before–it’s how I earned my debt in the first place. In a city that wears its debt like a badge of honor, I don’t think its citizens are all too concerned with a $15 ticket.

Is it an age thing? The “older” crowd is still buying tickets when U2, The Rolling Stones and Depeche Mode come to town. The “younger” crowd makes bands like Him, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy pack venues. So what’s the deal with the twenty-something crowd? Do new jobs and marriages have us too busy for entertainment? Have we already allowed ourselves to become that boring at such an early age?

I’m using BRMC as an example, but there’s dozens of bands that fit their profile–a band that’s been stopping in Detroit since 2001 and work their way up to two crowded shows at the Majestic Theatre in 2004. 2005 rolls around, they get half the audience they’re used to, then decide to substitute Detroit with a Cleveland/Cincinnati combo on the next tour. You can’t say the fans have never been here–they’ve just stopped coming out.

Where you at, Detroit?

It was a busy, drunken, busy, drunken weekend. Yoda Liver is glad it’s over, but still dreads the holidays to come. I’m sure there were other news items this past week besides the Cobra Kai finally getting the better of Pat Morita, but that’s all the news that made it my way. The internet and I decided to see other people over the weekend, and I think we’re both better people for it.

Wednesday
Thanksgiving Eve. The biggest bar night of the year, besides the half-dozen other ones. If I recall correctly, we started the evening at my favorite “who comes here for free DSL?” bar–The Anchor Bar & Grill. We each ordered one of the four things on their menu, knocked back a couple drinks and headed to the Lager House for the main event–Johnny Headband. The duo closed out “faze one” of their career with the audience demanding an encore, chanting for a performance of “Pink Cloud.” After a few moments of “remembering how this one starts,” JH finished the song, and threw in a “Heaven & Hell” to boot.
We left half our entourage there, and the rest of us raced over to The Magic Stick. We got there just in time to see The Muldoons’ equipment being dismantled, and watch the young boys try to make sense of the line of people–made mostly of intoxicated fans slurring their words–who wanted 7″s and autographs. If I wasn’t so busy laughing at the situation, I would have felt bad for the poor kids’ deer-in-the-headlights, overwhelmed state.
It wasn’t long before The Dirtbombs came out and did what The Dirtbombs do–tear through (what fells like) hundreds of songs at a breakneck pace, induce crowd surfing, and pull all the girls(?) in the front row up for a dance party. I’m not attempting to remember the set list, so let’s just say they played everything ever recorded by anyone.

Thursday
There’s a number of reasons I hate Thanksgiving. First of all, what the hell is it supposed to mean again? The beginning of the shopping season? Something about football? Furniture and mattresses at wholesale prices? Seriously, what the fuck are we celebrating on Thanksgiving? If you give me an explanation containing the words “pilgrims” or “indians” “native americans,” you’re automatically wrong.
Second, getting up early with a hangover to deal with your relatives’ bullshit is not a holiday. Getting up early with a hangover to deal with your girlfriend’s relatives’ bullshit borders on extreme torture.
Oh yeah, I’m allergic to turkey. I’m not making that up–I can’t eat poultry. Happy Thanksgiving to me.

Friday
Don’t ask.

Saturday
After dinner at Honest John’s and a stop at The Bronx, it was back to the Lager House for part two of The Hard Lesson’s double-header. The press and hype machine in Detroit has been stuck on the same bands for as long as I can remember–The White Stripes, Dirtbombs, Detroit Cobras, Paybacks, Brendan Benson, etc. You know how you read about New York’s greatest new band every week, only to be forgotten about next week when the next greatest new band comes along? Detroit is the opposite of that. The press covers the greatest new bands of 2001 over and over and over. The Hard Lessons, Lee Marvin Computer Arm and Velvet Audio billing combination should have been promoted as the best Detroit Rock Show you could have seen all year.
The Hard Lessons have risen to the top of the list of Detroit bands–they don’t stop touring, and can’t stop improving. Just when you think you’ve seen the best Hard Lessons show ever, they outdo themselves the very next show. Indie, garage, soul–whatever kind of rock you want to call it, they’re playing it louder and harder than whoever’s in your cd player now. Sound samples here, tour dates here, buy the album here.
Lee Marvin Computer Arm: gravely vocals, cowbell, rock-n-roll trumpeteer. What’s not to like? There are always some audience members who don’t know what to make of LMCA’s initial aural assualt, but by the third or fourth song they’re either back in their car listening to a Hootie & The Blowfish album or slam-dancing along with the rest of us. Download mp3s here, buy the EP here.
Can someone please tell me where the hell Velvet Audio came from? They’ve been playing Detroit gigs for almost a year? How could I have not heard of these guys? Where’s the buzz on this band? The six member group (two guitarists, bass player, drummer, saxophonist, lead singer/tambourinist/spazz dancer) completely blew the crowd away–a crowd that included very impressed “music scene reps” from North Carolina and Seattle. The word is that Jim Diamond is currently working on their forthcoming album, and judging by Diamond’s list of accomplishments, you’re going to be hearing a lot more of this band. If I remember correctly, they’ll be playing with The Fags December 14 or 16 at Small’s. They don’t have a website, but a five-song EP will be available at that next show. You need to see Velvet Audio.

It was a busy, drunken, busy, drunken weekend. Yoda Liver is glad it’s over, but still dreads the holidays to come. I’m sure there were other news items this past week besides the Cobra Kai finally getting the better of Pat Morita, but that’s all the news that made it my way. The internet and I decided to see other people over the weekend, and I think we’re both better people for it.

Wednesday
Thanksgiving Eve. The biggest bar night of the year, besides the half-dozen other ones. If I recall correctly, we started the evening at my favorite “who comes here for free DSL?” bar–The Anchor Bar & Grill. We each ordered one of the four things on their menu, knocked back a couple drinks and headed to the Lager House for the main event–Johnny Headband. The duo closed out “faze one” of their career with the audience demanding an encore, chanting for a performance of “Pink Cloud.” After a few moments of “remembering how this one starts,” JH finished the song, and threw in a “Heaven & Hell” to boot.
We left half our entourage there, and the rest of us raced over to The Magic Stick. We got there just in time to see The Muldoons’ equipment being dismantled, and watch the young boys try to make sense of the line of people–made mostly of intoxicated fans slurring their words–who wanted 7″s and autographs. If I wasn’t so busy laughing at the situation, I would have felt bad for the poor kids’ deer-in-the-headlights, overwhelmed state.
It wasn’t long before The Dirtbombs came out and did what The Dirtbombs do–tear through (what fells like) hundreds of songs at a breakneck pace, induce crowd surfing, and pull all the girls(?) in the front row up for a dance party. I’m not attempting to remember the set list, so let’s just say they played everything ever recorded by anyone.

Thursday
There’s a number of reasons I hate Thanksgiving. First of all, what the hell is it supposed to mean again? The beginning of the shopping season? Something about football? Furniture and mattresses at wholesale prices? Seriously, what the fuck are we celebrating on Thanksgiving? If you give me an explanation containing the words “pilgrims” or “indians” “native americans,” you’re automatically wrong.
Second, getting up early with a hangover to deal with your relatives’ bullshit is not a holiday. Getting up early with a hangover to deal with your girlfriend’s relatives’ bullshit borders on extreme torture.
Oh yeah, I’m allergic to turkey. I’m not making that up–I can’t eat poultry. Happy Thanksgiving to me.

Friday
Don’t ask.

Saturday
After dinner at Honest John’s and a stop at The Bronx, it was back to the Lager House for part two of The Hard Lesson’s double-header. The press and hype machine in Detroit has been stuck on the same bands for as long as I can remember–The White Stripes, Dirtbombs, Detroit Cobras, Paybacks, Brendan Benson, etc. You know how you read about New York’s greatest new band every week, only to be forgotten about next week when the next greatest new band comes along? Detroit is the opposite of that. The press covers the greatest new bands of 2001 over and over and over. The Hard Lessons, Lee Marvin Computer Arm and Velvet Audio billing combination should have been promoted as the best Detroit Rock Show you could have seen all year.
The Hard Lessons have risen to the top of the list of Detroit bands–they don’t stop touring, and can’t stop improving. Just when you think you’ve seen the best Hard Lessons show ever, they outdo themselves the very next show. Indie, garage, soul–whatever kind of rock you want to call it, they’re playing it louder and harder than whoever’s in your cd player now. Sound samples here, tour dates here, buy the album here.
Lee Marvin Computer Arm: gravely vocals, cowbell, rock-n-roll trumpeteer. What’s not to like? There are always some audience members who don’t know what to make of LMCA’s initial aural assualt, but by the third or fourth song they’re either back in their car listening to a Hootie & The Blowfish album or slam-dancing along with the rest of us. Download mp3s here, buy the EP here.
Can someone please tell me where the hell Velvet Audio came from? They’ve been playing Detroit gigs for almost a year? How could I have not heard of these guys? Where’s the buzz on this band? The six member group (two guitarists, bass player, drummer, saxophonist, lead singer/tambourinist/spazz dancer) completely blew the crowd away–a crowd that included very impressed “music scene reps” from North Carolina and Seattle. The word is that Jim Diamond is currently working on their forthcoming album, and judging by Diamond’s list of accomplishments, you’re going to be hearing a lot more of this band. If I remember correctly, they’ll be playing with The Fags December 14 or 16 at Small’s. They don’t have a website, but a five-song EP will be available at that next show. You need to see Velvet Audio.

It was a busy, drunken, busy, drunken weekend. Yoda Liver is glad it’s over, but still dreads the holidays to come. I’m sure there were other news items this past week besides the Cobra Kai finally getting the better of Pat Morita, but that’s all the news that made it my way. The internet and I decided to see other people over the weekend, and I think we’re both better people for it.

Wednesday
Thanksgiving Eve. The biggest bar night of the year, besides the half-dozen other ones. If I recall correctly, we started the evening at my favorite “who comes here for free DSL?” bar–The Anchor Bar & Grill. We each ordered one of the four things on their menu, knocked back a couple drinks and headed to the Lager House for the main event–Johnny Headband. The duo closed out “faze one” of their career with the audience demanding an encore, chanting for a performance of “Pink Cloud.” After a few moments of “remembering how this one starts,” JH finished the song, and threw in a “Heaven & Hell” to boot.
We left half our entourage there, and the rest of us raced over to The Magic Stick. We got there just in time to see The Muldoons’ equipment being dismantled, and watch the young boys try to make sense of the line of people–made mostly of intoxicated fans slurring their words–who wanted 7″s and autographs. If I wasn’t so busy laughing at the situation, I would have felt bad for the poor kids’ deer-in-the-headlights, overwhelmed state.
It wasn’t long before The Dirtbombs came out and did what The Dirtbombs do–tear through (what fells like) hundreds of songs at a breakneck pace, induce crowd surfing, and pull all the girls(?) in the front row up for a dance party. I’m not attempting to remember the set list, so let’s just say they played everything ever recorded by anyone.

Thursday
There’s a number of reasons I hate Thanksgiving. First of all, what the hell is it supposed to mean again? The beginning of the shopping season? Something about football? Furniture and mattresses at wholesale prices? Seriously, what the fuck are we celebrating on Thanksgiving? If you give me an explanation containing the words “pilgrims” or “indians” “native americans,” you’re automatically wrong.
Second, getting up early with a hangover to deal with your relatives’ bullshit is not a holiday. Getting up early with a hangover to deal with your girlfriend’s relatives’ bullshit borders on extreme torture.
Oh yeah, I’m allergic to turkey. I’m not making that up–I can’t eat poultry. Happy Thanksgiving to me.

Friday
Don’t ask.

Saturday
After dinner at Honest John’s and a stop at The Bronx, it was back to the Lager House for part two of The Hard Lesson’s double-header. The press and hype machine in Detroit has been stuck on the same bands for as long as I can remember–The White Stripes, Dirtbombs, Detroit Cobras, Paybacks, Brendan Benson, etc. You know how you read about New York’s greatest new band every week, only to be forgotten about next week when the next greatest new band comes along? Detroit is the opposite of that. The press covers the greatest new bands of 2001 over and over and over. The Hard Lessons, Lee Marvin Computer Arm and Velvet Audio billing combination should have been promoted as the best Detroit Rock Show you could have seen all year.
The Hard Lessons have risen to the top of the list of Detroit bands–they don’t stop touring, and can’t stop improving. Just when you think you’ve seen the best Hard Lessons show ever, they outdo themselves the very next show. Indie, garage, soul–whatever kind of rock you want to call it, they’re playing it louder and harder than whoever’s in your cd player now. Sound samples here, tour dates here, buy the album here.
Lee Marvin Computer Arm: gravely vocals, cowbell, rock-n-roll trumpeteer. What’s not to like? There are always some audience members who don’t know what to make of LMCA’s initial aural assualt, but by the third or fourth song they’re either back in their car listening to a Hootie & The Blowfish album or slam-dancing along with the rest of us. Download mp3s here, buy the EP here.
Can someone please tell me where the hell Velvet Audio came from? They’ve been playing Detroit gigs for almost a year? How could I have not heard of these guys? Where’s the buzz on this band? The six member group (two guitarists, bass player, drummer, saxophonist, lead singer/tambourinist/spazz dancer) completely blew the crowd away–a crowd that included very impressed “music scene reps” from North Carolina and Seattle. The word is that Jim Diamond is currently working on their forthcoming album, and judging by Diamond’s list of accomplishments, you’re going to be hearing a lot more of this band. If I remember correctly, they’ll be playing with The Fags December 14 or 16 at Small’s. They don’t have a website, but a five-song EP will be available at that next show. You need to see Velvet Audio.

It was a busy, drunken, busy, drunken weekend. Yoda Liver is glad it’s over, but still dreads the holidays to come. I’m sure there were other news items this past week besides the Cobra Kai finally getting the better of Pat Morita, but that’s all the news that made it my way. The internet and I decided to see other people over the weekend, and I think we’re both better people for it.

Wednesday
Thanksgiving Eve. The biggest bar night of the year, besides the half-dozen other ones. If I recall correctly, we started the evening at my favorite “who comes here for free DSL?” bar–The Anchor Bar & Grill. We each ordered one of the four things on their menu, knocked back a couple drinks and headed to the Lager House for the main event–Johnny Headband. The duo closed out “faze one” of their career with the audience demanding an encore, chanting for a performance of “Pink Cloud.” After a few moments of “remembering how this one starts,” JH finished the song, and threw in a “Heaven & Hell” to boot.
We left half our entourage there, and the rest of us raced over to The Magic Stick. We got there just in time to see The Muldoons’ equipment being dismantled, and watch the young boys try to make sense of the line of people–made mostly of intoxicated fans slurring their words–who wanted 7″s and autographs. If I wasn’t so busy laughing at the situation, I would have felt bad for the poor kids’ deer-in-the-headlights, overwhelmed state.
It wasn’t long before The Dirtbombs came out and did what The Dirtbombs do–tear through (what fells like) hundreds of songs at a breakneck pace, induce crowd surfing, and pull all the girls(?) in the front row up for a dance party. I’m not attempting to remember the set list, so let’s just say they played everything ever recorded by anyone.

Thursday
There’s a number of reasons I hate Thanksgiving. First of all, what the hell is it supposed to mean again? The beginning of the shopping season? Something about football? Furniture and mattresses at wholesale prices? Seriously, what the fuck are we celebrating on Thanksgiving? If you give me an explanation containing the words “pilgrims” or “indians” “native americans,” you’re automatically wrong.
Second, getting up early with a hangover to deal with your relatives’ bullshit is not a holiday. Getting up early with a hangover to deal with your girlfriend’s relatives’ bullshit borders on extreme torture.
Oh yeah, I’m allergic to turkey. I’m not making that up–I can’t eat poultry. Happy Thanksgiving to me.

Friday
Don’t ask.

Saturday
After dinner at Honest John’s and a stop at The Bronx, it was back to the Lager House for part two of The Hard Lesson’s double-header. The press and hype machine in Detroit has been stuck on the same bands for as long as I can remember–The White Stripes, Dirtbombs, Detroit Cobras, Paybacks, Brendan Benson, etc. You know how you read about New York’s greatest new band every week, only to be forgotten about next week when the next greatest new band comes along? Detroit is the opposite of that. The press covers the greatest new bands of 2001 over and over and over. The Hard Lessons, Lee Marvin Computer Arm and Velvet Audio billing combination should have been promoted as the best Detroit Rock Show you could have seen all year.
The Hard Lessons have risen to the top of the list of Detroit bands–they don’t stop touring, and can’t stop improving. Just when you think you’ve seen the best Hard Lessons show ever, they outdo themselves the very next show. Indie, garage, soul–whatever kind of rock you want to call it, they’re playing it louder and harder than whoever’s in your cd player now. Sound samples here, tour dates here, buy the album here.
Lee Marvin Computer Arm: gravely vocals, cowbell, rock-n-roll trumpeteer. What’s not to like? There are always some audience members who don’t know what to make of LMCA’s initial aural assualt, but by the third or fourth song they’re either back in their car listening to a Hootie & The Blowfish album or slam-dancing along with the rest of us. Download mp3s here, buy the EP here.
Can someone please tell me where the hell Velvet Audio came from? They’ve been playing Detroit gigs for almost a year? How could I have not heard of these guys? Where’s the buzz on this band? The six member group (two guitarists, bass player, drummer, saxophonist, lead singer/tambourinist/spazz dancer) completely blew the crowd away–a crowd that included very impressed “music scene reps” from North Carolina and Seattle. The word is that Jim Diamond is currently working on their forthcoming album, and judging by Diamond’s list of accomplishments, you’re going to be hearing a lot more of this band. If I remember correctly, they’ll be playing with The Fags December 14 or 16 at Small’s. They don’t have a website, but a five-song EP will be available at that next show. You need to see Velvet Audio.