Friday evening, The Beaver, The Rabbit, an as yet unnicknamed person, and I went to see Sean Costello play at a crappy restaurant named Silk*. Normally, Mr. Costello plays at shit holes like Northside Tavern, because he is a blues musician and the law clearly states they must play only in dive bars.

As Silk is a poor excuse for a restaurant and Mr. Costello’s usual fans were not in attendance (it was far too clean and well lit for their tastes) the crowd was mighty thin. However, because Silk is located in Midtown, there was a typical crew of lacquered late thirty something gold diggers at the bar. Around midnight one of the gold diggers got liquored up enough to start dancing poorly. That was pathetic. I could dance better and I am white, male, and straight.

Despite the asstastic crowd, this was a pretty decent way to spend an evening. The band members were all pretty nice guys and during a break, they chilled with us for a bit. I recommend catching a Sean Costello show at a suitably grimy venue, such as 10 High.

notes:

* I have never eaten at Silk, but I know that it sucks because the name is stupid and, less importantly, no one seemed to be eating there on a Friday night. Finally, Silk is totally lame for ripping off the communal sink idea first presented at the now defunct Commune.