Another Sunday, another successful Punk Rock BBQ. Starting off the day’s festivities was Herbert., a whimsical, one-man-dixieland-show, complete with prosthetic mask and demonic-like vocals. I can honestly say, I’ve never experienced anything like Herbert. before in my life, and I want to experience much, much more! Photo provided of mike watt + the secondmen, which was, like always, an amazingly good time. Lawndale and The Last rounded out the set (not in that order), and cheap drinks and free dogs were enjoyed by all. I can’t wait for the next iteration!
I would have loved to elaborate on “yesterday’s” 2001 trip into the treacherous bowels of Illinois to see my favorite band, but I’m getting ready to go to this… Liquid Kitty’s Punk Rock BBQ. Quick story, oh, and you should most definitely come out if you’re in the Santa Monica area, but the mainstay bartender from Liquid Kitty partnered up with another dude and they now own Harvelle’s. Damn bastards not renewing Liquid Kitty’s lease, but this is the next best thing! I’m going to ask for a Liquid Kitty (signature recipe martini) and see if they’ll make it. I doubt it’ll come with a non filtered Lucky Strike. Free hot dogs, y’all!
Next week Sunday… don’t forget!
With Liquid Kitty closing its doors decades before its due time (by far LA’s finest cocktail lounge), they will be hosting one last Punk Rock BBQ extravaganza. One final, drunken sendoff, which is scheduled for Sunday, August 7th. As the flyer reads, there will be six bands, cheap booze, and free hot dogs. RIP, Punk Rock BBQ, and RIP Los Angeles’ most colorful lounge.
Please, Mr. Postman, don’t drop, throw, toss, pitch, hurl, thrust, flip, heave, fire, or fling any of my precious records upon delivery. My copy of Lawndale’s 1986 debut LP, Beyond Barbecue, was a birthday gift (my loving SO), and now it’s little more than unplayable garbage and a sour subject. Government-infused laziness should not, nor ever, equal subpar workmanship.
This, I will say, is the face of sadness. Me? I’m a glass half empty kind of guy; always have been, likely always will be. So when the mood strikes, 1993 comes up. (Cut to three hours later…) Been stuck in ’93 today… Slapstick, The Smashing Pumpkins, Propagandhi… So, the daily pedestal need not be vacant for long. In other words, make it happen sooner, rather than later, or, like, whatever, man. Also, tomorrow is Punk Rock BBQ at Liquid Kitty, so, the Groove will like, you know, see you fools there!