Cock Spots

Tonight we wondered, "where do all the hot boys hang out on Sunday?" Oddly enough, we also wondered the same thing the previous evening, as well as the week before, and the week before that.
Wouldn't it be great if you at least had an idea where the greatest concentration of delectable specimens were guzzling their PBRs at a given time? I mean, if you're going to spend your hard-earned money in a drinking establishment, you need to get the most eye candy for the buck.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Belated Buzzcocks and other loose ends

I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised at the variety of dudes in attendance, especially the age range. You easily found the craggy, old skool punks (after the 2nd band, turning to us and saying, "they got 1978 down!") alongside the 17-yr-old kids. I loved it!

The first band was called The Strays, and did their thing. Yup, totally cute, and English (ever notice how an English accent will make a guy look that much better?).

The Strays (apologies to Paul Storey for the PS butchery)

Right before the second band, a guy was running through the crowd, and immediately Brian snarled, "white belts are SO out!" Said guy hopped on stage, and he turned out to be the lead singer for The Adored. Adorable indeed! We loved that, while he had not only the detested white belt but another studded one, his pants still kept falling down during every song, exposing the top of a delectable set of snow-white orbs.

The Adored (same goes to Rick Edwards)

The Buzzcocks, of course, were amazing. As much as I want to discuss the music of this lineup, I need to stick to the format.

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From the latest Todd P email - "An awesome shítstorm of rawk and whatnot hurling your way over the next few days..." Just go to his site and see your yourself. We have discussed the goldmine of tasty sightings at his shows.

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I promised an update on Matchless, so here it is: give it another try! I know in the past we've skipped this place due to the all too familiar faces we've been trying to avoid (if you saw them you'd say, "ah! I know which ones."). A different crowd has begun to take over, and I look forward to seeing how this plays out. So, after leaving Enids on a particular evening with a long face due to lack of tail, don't overlook "that place across the street from Enids." If anything, at least you can play Foosball.