My music is where I want you to touch

Saturday’s Squidfire Art Mart by the Monument seemed like a success despite that it was a little cold and rainy. There were definitely fewer vendors than I thought there’d be, but that may be because they got chased away by the weather. There were still plenty of stands selling unique prints on tiny Ts (although they may not be unique for long the way they were selling). My new one is just tentacles, tentacles all over…need I say more?   

On the way to the drive-in, my key to a local art market was stolen by ponytailed glassblowers, a.k.a. hippies. Flippin' hippies. Iron Man was pretty awesome at Bengie’s though from what I saw of it before passing out in the car. I’m pretty sure they put sleeping pills in the soda there as most people fogging up their windows seemed to be asleep, in food comas and not making out. How sad. 

Sunday’s brunch at the Ambassador was a long one and filled with mimosa, just the way Mother’s Day should be: Mom free. Indian food and pour your own champagne tastes a hell of lot better than guilt-trip frittata, no? 

This week kicks off with local fave the Death Set at Sonar. Very down to earth, yet high-energy, rad shows if you’re feeling a “I don’t give a crap it’s Monday, I’m going out dancing” kind of mood.  

Friday we’re opening up the Windup Space to hopefully not too many people since I don’t know how to use the cash register or bartend, and I’m apparently only one of two people manning the giant bar. But I shall come through unscathed. Please feel free to stop by to heckle me. Or you can go see Tiger Army at the Ottobar. I mean a funky psycho-billy band or me dropping drinks? An obvious choice. Also on Friday, Wye Oak is gracing the Metro with their presence.  

Saturday’s Preakness, so if you’re anything like me, you’ll stay clear of that part of town and hope you don’t run into any of the in-fielders on their drunken way home. I went one year in college as a rite of passage. It was the year one of the drunk assholes who regularly attend the event jumped the fence and tried to punch one of the horses in the face. I love Baltimore. I may be biased because I got a third-degree sunburn that year. Ouch! 

Indie darlings one and all Black Kids, Ponytail and Cut/Copy are playing Sonar Saturday. Should be a decent night of Sonar showing you why Baltimore’s the world’s newest underground music sweetheart.    

Everyone hear that the Talking Head is moving into Sonar’s lounge…strange, right?