i heart [being anti-scene]

*note: stripe-shirt kid on right is now a black dude. i forgot to take a photo, and this is an old one

So Erin and I headed over to the North Star Bar in Brewerytown to see Houston Calls. The bar is really nice, as I am down with any place that has a giant Buddha in it (hello: Buddahkan and my apartment). Besides the random asian culture, the bar also is the total scene atmosphere: import brews, tight pants, and asymmetrical haircuts abound. The best/worst thing about seeing a concert (I'm sorry if you are scene, please read that as "show") there is you are standing next to the musicians in the audience half the time, except that everyone else is dressed like them so they don't really stand out.
I consider myself a trendy person, reading style.com, the sartorialist and Vogue is the closest thing I come to having a religion, so I can get the whole "dress to impress" part of being a scenekid (ok, everything but the eyebrow ring-even Fergie took hers out people-they are OVER) and I love the music, but something about the scene in general is so off-putting. I think it's cause I feel like you always have to impress people with how much obscure shit you know, how many "shows" you go to, and how much you accessorize. That is just to much for me. I like watching Lipstick Jungle, and I know more about the Jonas Brothers than most 12 year olds (and definitely more than I know about any scene band), none of which is making me any friends at these concerts. Which I think is just a little sad, cause I think (and I am putting words into people's mouth's here) that the bands want all kinds of people to connect with their music & come together at "shows". Of course I am just at fault for looking down on the scene in general, but hey, what can I say? Lip rings freak me out.

Good points not mentioned:
-Okie, the keyboardist (probably not a word) from Houston Calls has the most amazing stage presence ever. He is all finger-pointing, keyboard-slamming, lip-syncing, lyrical-dancing manic fun. I'm sure the rest of the band is good too, I just couldn't stop staring at him. Sadly meeting him later was thwarted by a pack of 15 yr old girls and my inability to wait more than 20 seconds in a line. Next time though, I will totally meet my asain soul mate (is that creepy?).
-Some girl was wearing louboutin shoes. But we were in philly, in a dive bar, so I am assuming they are fakes of some sort (my apologies to the lucky girl if they are). I am considering painting red sole on a pair of my shoes though after seeing hers. They really take an outfit to a whole other level of sex.