Give It To Me Rusty: Brooklyn

Last night we played a midnight set at Goodbye Blue Monday in Bushwick, a section of Brooklyn. Getting down there about 11, we quickly felt that it may not be the safest neighborhood to be walking around in. There was a desolate, empty feel. I don't know what the New York equivalent of tumbleweed would be, but we heard the lonesome cowboy whistle echo off the grey buildings of industry.

GOOD BYE BLUE MONDAY (THE GUTS)

After walking a few chilly blocks we found the tattered venue emblazoned with signs and posters(but not seeing the venue name itself). We walked in and were home. Every wall painted differently, mostly by hand. A wall of radios and records and books. A bar to the left. Red Stripe and Black Tea.

THRUOUTIN: PUMPIN' MAD BEATS

We only caught the act that came on before us, thruoutin , who threw down some sick glitchy beats and distorted bass lines via the ole' laptop computer whilst singing over top.

We decided to forgo microphones for our performance, as we are quickly realizing that the roots of our project is street performance and being stuck to microphones stifles our ability to move around with unamplified guitars.

GIVE IT TO ME RUSTY // I~TOWN BROTHERS UNITE

We also had the great privilege of having the I Town Brothers sit in with us. A tap dance and piano duo hailing from Brooklyn (originally Indianola, Wash), they practiced with us for about 15 minutes earlier in the day and proceeded to tear it up and inject our set with their energy. Jack Ramsey ripped into the sweetly out-of-tune piano while Sam Weinstock kept us in time and delivered some phenomenal tap solos.

GOODBYE BLUE MONDAY, HELLO GIVE IT TO ME RUSTY