So I'm sure you woke up this morning and thought to yourself - holy crap! It's Tuesday, which means it is Hottie of the Week time. You have been patiently waiting to see who I came up for this week. It's the highlight of your week. The bell of the ball. Or maybe that's just me.
So this week is a little bit different. Instead of one hottie, we've got a band. And instead of our usual format (likes, dislikes, fun fact, etc), I'm going to use this platform to tell you why I heart French Kicks.
So last night, I took my smoker self to the Camel sponsored French Kicks/Phoenix show. I have no real problem with this being sponsored by a cigarette company. It was a free show. Two great bands. And Phoenix is French, so it's totally ok for them.
So I was right up front. Not like towards the front, no. Pressed against the stage. I stood and twiddled my thumbs to the openers (my god) and then it was time for my little Brooklynites (not so little) to come on stage. I began telling Wes how my first real backstage experience was with The French Kicks over a year ago at this very same venue. And to continue with my random acts of nostalgia these past few days, here are some pictures from that.
That second picture caused a good amount of laughs from The Kicks and I. They insisted it should be the cover shot, but I had to disagree. Then they played one of the best shows I've ever seen. And it caused me to take my favorite concert picture ever:
And because I'm a huge nerd, I made them sign my CD booklet. It still is on my refrigerator a year later.
So yes, that was then. This is now. Since that fateful night [read about it at the original blog], I've seen them play twice and they've released their third full-length Two Thousand.
Last night came full circle. There I was again, not backstage, but right in front of the boys at Bowery. I had to endure three blonde girls next to me who kept on grabbing Nick's pants, and yet it reminded me just how much I seriously love this band. They only played one old song, but the new songs (and lineup) proved this band has got their act together. While not as dancey fun as headliners Phoenix, their dreamlike pop soared to new highs.
So after the set, I left the very front (those girls, my god) and headed upstairs to meet Nora. Nick was standing by the bar, so I thought it was time (and I had enough beers at that point) to go say hi.
Nora freaked out just a tad, and when I mentioned they would be my hottie of the week, she grinned from ear to ear.
"Nick Stumpf is hands down the sexist guy in a band, ever."
Seriously? Seriously.
So I went over and said hello to Nick. To my surprise he totally remembered me. I told him I loved the new album. He told me that I'm apparently famous in Cleveland. I told him he was lying to me. He said he'd never do that.
I'm still confused, but I still love this band.
A little French Kicks history lesson:
French Kicks - Down Now (from One Time Bells)
French Kicks - The Trial Of the Century (from Trial Of The Century)
French Kicks - So Far We Are (from Two Thousand)
French Kicks - No Mean Time (from Two Thousand)
Buy Two Thousand and their other albums on Insound.
More pictures from last night's show on flickr.
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