|Bourbon Girls, Chris Denny
||[Oct. 5th, 2006|07:31 pm]
The Mitch and Brown
|||||'eddie walker' - ben folds five stuck in my head for 2 days||]|
Craft Night was in competition last night, not only with the season premieres of Project Runway and Lost, but with a tremendously attended Delicious show. Let's talk four people compared to probably 100-- damn, boys! The Bourbon Girls were ace, the first performance since losing legendary front-woman of Pity Sing/Woods Afire, Meredith Martin-Moats. The group made a few self-derogatory comments about being minus a lead singer, but to tell the truth it seemed more like a group of performers than it ever has. All the girls who usually stood in the back each got a chance to come forward. Lots of stomping, hand-clapping, and light vulgarity. Good job.
Chris Denny was marvelous. "Marvelous" should be said long and with emphasis, perhaps one reading this sentence should also open their eyes widely for a moment and punctuate with lip-licking. A gyrater on par with Elvis, Chris Denny was a cross between the King, Roy Orbison, and everything I ever saw in a young, stupid guitar player when I was 14 and didn't know any better. Damn, damn, damn, was that a steamy show. The drummer, bless his heart, had the most fantastic expression the whole time, like a man watching a woman take off her clothes. But more specifically, the moment after she unlatches the back clasp of her bra, and before the tits are seen, as the material goes slack across her breasts and she breathes out, wondering what is to come.