Compton brought to my attention William Alberque’s review of The Torches/Young Republic/Sunny Day in Glasgow show at H-Street on Thursday night for Brightest Young Things. He wasn’t too pleased, it seems, with the bands I lauded in my own review of The Torches and Young Republic (we didn’t stick around for SDIG). But, the funny thing about this review, is the possible evidence of small town, big city life and vague mention of Compton and I in particular.
I’m tired and cranky, the crowd’s been annoying, the beer selection is abysmal (hoppy, hoppy, hoppier, extremely hoppy, heavy, or bland?), the bands have been inexplicable, and the girls I offered to help with their coats acted as though I’d asked them to touch me inappropriately. Fucking H Street, right? At least the bartender’s a nice guy, the redhead from Torches is sweet, and the petite flapper in TYR is cute. I’ll live.
Assuming that this is the same person we encountered that night, we may have been the girls with the coats! Though our reaction to one man’s mention that there were hooks under the bar for our coats were not out of shock, I assure you. At least for me, I didn’t want to leave my coat to get kicked around by those in the crowded room. The jury is still out… and awaiting confirmation. Nonetheless, defenses have been made.