All photos by Mike Bogart
I was recently in LA for about two months, during which time Rachel and I both slept on Yasi’s couch. One couch. The entire time. It was like summer camp, but with WAY more shoes. So as you can probably imagine, we spent A LOT of time together during those two months. At the time, all three of us were completely obsessed with the same five songs. Like that is literally all we listened to for my entire trip. I drove to Coachella and back TWICE playing only those five songs. Yasi doesn’t have an auxiliary outlet thing in her car (Ed Note: sorry I’m SO UNCOOL Alice) so she burnt a CD of the five songs and just left it on repeat. And it didn’t matter how many times we heard them, if all three of us were in a car together listening to the five songs, it was instant full-on goth-rave-steez dancing. THE FIVE SONGS ruled everything around us.
Last night I saw two of those songs live.
First of all, yesterday was the fucking stinkiest, sweatiest, most disgusting summer day that I have experienced since living in New York. There’s no looking cute in this weather, just survival. So when I rolled up to the House of Vans with Katie Dineen and the best dude ever Mike Bogart in tow, I for reals did not know if I was going to make it to see the bands. And the line for beer looked like fucking Justin Bieber and Lady Gaga were both signing autographs outside American Idol. But thank Young Jeezy that I soberly braved it and stayed. First up was Tanlines, holy fucking shit I have have never danced so hard in my life. I may or may not have been jumping up and down while fist pumping like a 14 year old girl seeing AFI at Warped Tour for the first time. And I was stone cold sober. The Tanlines bros played all the jams, including “Brothers”, “Not the Same”, and “Real Life”, and then finished with the ultimate jam of life (and one of THE FIVE SONGS), “All of Me”. I for sure hugged a stranger while they played that song. While drowning in sweat (sorry stranger!).
So as I was waiting for The Rapture to go on and FINALLY drinking my first delicious beer since coming off a juice cleanse (sorry Yasi and Rachel), I heard the weirdest rumor in the crowd: that the singer for The Rapture is now a born-again Christian. Is that true? I’m way too hangover to care enough to Google it. So anyways they (who knows who “they” are) were saying that because of this new-found religious belief the band now only plays newer songs that are about god and all that jazz. So that’s cool and all cause I love “In The Grace of Your Love”, but their five songs jam is from their 2003 album Echoes. But whatever, they fucking shred so I was totes cool with it. Then it happened. They played it. They played one of THE FIVE SONGS: “House of Jealous Lovers”. And I was 14 at AFI (Ed Note: Alice is Australian so don’t feel bad if you don’t know what that is because neither do I). Again. Night officially made. Fuck that, life officially made.
How the fuck do you keep the party going on what had already been the ultimate night of all nights? I’ll tell you how. You get tattooed with The Dineen.
Okay so, as mentioned above, I had literally just finished a juice cleanse. So weird I know, but I had to flush out some toxins to make room for new ones, duuuhhhhh jigga. So although I had barely eaten since coming off the cleanse I OBVIOUSLY decided to drink beer and do whiskey shots, and had just fucking seen two of THE FIVE SONGS live so I was feeling pretty damn good. The Dineen and I were stumbling down the street talking about the bud-tats that we wanted to get, and right at that very moment we walked past an amazing tattoo shop, East River Tattoo, that was still open at 11:00pm. You know what they call that shit? DESTINY. The Dineen somehow managed to talk them into staying open late for us. That bitch can talk her way into anything I swear to god.
That’s it, I’m officially ruined. Last night was the best fucking night ever. The only thing that will ever top it will have to be seeing the other three songs live in one night. I’m gonna be like a junkie chasing the dragon. And I don’t care cause it was worth every single morsel of this hangover.
What are the other three songs you ask? I guess you’re gonna have to stay tuned to see if I can cross those of my live show bucket list too.