Casiotone for the Painfully Alone, Lightening Bolt

My friend Signe loves Casiotone for the Painfully Alone, and I really miss going to live shows so when I saw on the Todd P list that Casiotone for the Painfully Alone was playing ,I brought tickets for myself and for my friend Signe. I really like the song they have on NPR, about having a mess of cash in duffel bags with every penny hot.

I got the tickets about three weeks before at Desert Island Books in Williamsburg. It's a really cute bookstore.

Going to the show we saw flock of people in skinny jeans and like mickey mouse t shirts crossing broadway . It was odd in a neighborhood which while it has hipsters normally doesn't have such an influx of them, running across the road like deer.

The line for beer was shockingly long. It almost reached the stage.

After we got our beer we went and stood by the stage, elbowing aside people from the beer line. Casiotone played a good set. They didn't play the Bonnie and Clyde like
Optimist vs. The Silent Alarm (When the Saints Go Marching In), but they played other stuff. It was good.

I also feel a little sad when there are shows in places like Lithuanian Hall or
the Masonic Temple. It makes me feel like the Masons or the Lithuanians are a failure.
That they have to prostitute themselves on the altar of rock and roll.

The second act was Dan Deacon and since neither of us wanted to see him really, we went to Goodbye Blue Mondays,which Signe was familiar with, where we had a beer and listened to some dude ( bros really but in a good way I guess, I like bros) play guitar.

The second time we came in to see the show the entire venue was just steaming. The beer line continued to stretch to the stage. We went up to the balcony of the Masonic temple where I opened a window, which became a popular spot to cool off in from the damp and heat of the venue.

I had wanted to see Lightening Bolt for a long time, but they kinda scared me. I was in the balcony of the masonic temple with my friend and so I could see how the crowd started moshing to Lightening Bolt. The drummer put on one of those Mexican wrestlers masks. And it was sorta kinda scary. We didn't stay super long.