Friday, May 19
One Hipster's Popscene SF experience
-Winning free shit
Complaining is what I do (I have a blog after all), but right now, knock on wood, I don't really have much to complain about. Which is good.
Last night I went to see Elephone, Hybrid Kid's bass player's other (and currently more successful) project, at their CD Release Party. The party was at a club called Popscene and I was warned by several sources that it was exorbitantly "sceney" and full of hipster kids trying too hard and dancing in ways that would make black people cringe. Needless to say I fit right in and loved it. A big part of the bar's decor consisted of kitschy video projections played onto the various walls. The two most memorable ones for me were a LaToya Jackson workout video and a Morrissey music video DVD (with subtitles "on"). It was an amusing touch, and while the crowd was a little young (18+ show always do this), there was definitely a high "cool hair" quotient, and dammit, it felt pretty cool to be hanging out with large numbers of beautiful, fashionable, alternative people in a beautiful, fashionable, and alternative bar.
I even won a prize in a drawing--something that's never happened to me before. It happened like this: Before the show I spent around an hour holding a drink by myself just standing there watching everyone else trying not to look too awkward, while I waited for my friends J and T to arrive. The trick to looking like you actually do have friends and are not just there by yourself is to move around. A nice touch is to go talk to people whose job it is to talk back. Like the merch and radio station booths. The merch booth was sort of lame--the girl working there was entirely unrespondant to the joke I made about the girl on the dancefloor doing something that looked suspiciously like the "Charleston"--but the radio station was having a drawing for some outdoor concert called BFD. I'm not particularly keen on festivals. (I'm a hipster, remember--a hipster and an ex-hippie.) But the bill included Echo and The Bunnymen, Franz Ferdinand, The Strokes, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and Panic! at the Disco--all bands I'm supposed to like, or better yet, be able to state why others do and yet I don't. "Why don't you sign up and enter to win," the girl behind the booth asked me. Why not, I thought to myself. I had nothing to lose, save for a SPAM-less email account. So I filled it out, folded it once loosely, and put it in the clear drawing box. I grabbed the complimentary lighter (but not the shot glass--it was plastic--how cheap is that?) and headed back out to the main room to go be awkward again.
Around fifteen minutes later there was announcement that the ticket drawing was being held. After a sufficient time had passed as to appear indifferent to the result, I wandered to the booth to see what loser had won. Turns out that loser was me.
The actual events leading up the to winning were more dramatic than that, of course, but it really doesn't transfer well into words. Basically I just had a preminition about halfway into the drawing, while the girl had her hand in the box and was feeling around "blindly" while looking upward, that I was going to win, simply because my entry was the most ergonomic one. I'd never won anything before, let alone knew I would win before winning, and so it felt nice. I felt validated, in some strange way. I don't know why.
It wasn't long after that that J and T arrived and I was able to shake off my awkward drink-holding wallflowering in exchange for awkward drink-holding "dancing". Was I any good? Well don't take my word for it:
These two random guys evidently thought so. This was the "BEFORE" picture, of course. The "AFTER" one is in the "Members Only" section.
And no, there was not a sign outside the front door that said "black shirt and neckties required". It just looks like there was.
at 6:02 PM