Liz Phair

Last Thursday Jen and I embarked on a strenuous journey to the most hipster of places in Brooklyn (Williamsburg) to see Liz Phair (one of our favorite artists and one of the founders of alternative music.)

The venue was general admission standing room and I had hopes of arriving early for a premium spot on the floor, which I felt was imperative for me to have a good time because I'm short and the chances of me getting stuck standing behind a tall person (or taller person) were and are always about 95% likely.

Amazingly, considering Jen's and my track record, we arrived early. So early in fact, that we stood outside the venue and could hear Liz Phair and her crew testing the sound. But alas, it was very cold so we decided to find a bar and get a drink instead of standing in a non-existent line outdoors for an hour.

We walked around a few blocks and weren't having much luck finding a bar.  I saw a sign outside of what looked like the abandoned home of Bilbo Baggins that said $3 Jagerbombs.  "A Steal!" we thought.  But as I said the place looked abandoned; there were no lights and all we saw were huge thick wooden doors that appeared to be locked shut. So we nearly walked by the bar. However, not wanting to abandon all hope of $3 drinks, I made an attempt to open the wooden doors of yore and alas, they were open and in we went.

This dive bar (appropriately named "The Cove") was the definition of hipster. The only lighting in the bar was the colored lights shining on the empty "stage." There was one guy sitting at the bar (whom we would find out is from NJ.) Aside from him, the bartender, Jen and I, the place was dead. Everything in the bar was made of wood and there was no wood that didn't sport the initials or names of a former bar patron.

We got some drinks and made NJ jokes with NJ guy for about an hour. NJ was a self-proclaimed beer snob so when Jen asserted that her Bud Light tasted weird, NJ offered his services. (This included the sniffing of the beer and his snobbish was of tasting the beer, all before proclaiming that Bud Light is just bad beer in general.)

Anyway, so we made our way to Liz Phair and we stood in the front row, right against the stage. The opening band was this band named "Cathy." We could see their set list because we were up against the stage. At one point, because we knew what song they were going to play next due to the set list, Jen suggested we yell out the name of their next song before they started to play it. We did, and the lead singer looked at us in shock and amazement and said "That's what we're going to play next!!" Hahaha.

Anyway, Liz Phair was Ah-mazing and we got her set list (which Jen stole from me, Don't you DARE lose that woman! Frame it!) When we went into the venue nothing was going on weather wise, but when we left there was two feet of snow. Good thing I drove. Yeah. We got stuck countless times; Brooklyn doesn't plow at night. And when they do plow, the sidewalks aren't considered. You need to walk to work? Walk with the swerving cars on the street.

The moral of the story is: hipster's do it in the snow, wannabe hipsters get stuck driving in the snow and ruin their brand new tires.