Sexy, sultry, rhapsodic music... seemingly created by classically trained robots who habitually hit the hookah, playing a perfect accompaniment for some intense, slow-paced loving...
Imagine my surprise when I actually saw Air Sunday night at Avalon. No robots, just some serious-looking French humans wearing black t-shirts. With my curiosity about their appearance sated, I sat back down in the comfy couch by the upstairs bar, closed my eyes, and let the aural experience wash over me, like honey melting on a hot muffin.
This was the weekend for live music. Medeski Martin & Wood at the FleetBoston Pavilion Saturday night was more like lemon sorbet than hot honey: an energizing, refreshing vibe that left me ready to hit the next musical event at Vapor. Greg Blake put together a great set, the drinks were strong and cheap(ish), and I got to spend some quality time in the bathroom hanging out with Heather (my favorite evil dictator) and some FABulous drag queens. When the bathroom's almost as fun as the dance floor, you know you've hit the jackpot.
Speaking of Greg, check out his Sunrise - 2001 set. It's worth the download time, and then some. I'm listening to it right now, and it's bringing back some intense memories of the beach party. Good times.
The Vieve's message for the day: Let the music move you.
Posted by thevieve at June 26, 2001 10:37 AM