WELCOME TO YOUR NEW JOB. HOPE YOU HAVE A VERY GOOD FIRST DAY. (IN MY PANTS).



ok. on the real. im gonna say something and its going to be blasphemous and im gonna hate myself in the morning.

the killers place in my heart has been usurped. theyre still very much in there-- my heart, that is-- but the number one slot, the one closest to my bosom, belongs to the futureheads.

now ill say something else. music snobs may want to crucify me... but im used to that. im a jew. seeing the futureheads last night gave me a feeling that i imagine was comparable to seeing the beatles at the cavern club in 1961. they have something... that undefineable "it" factor... that will crown them the most exciting band to watch in the near future. ok, maybe i shouldnt compare them to the beatles just yet... but the feeling i got last night was just as strong as (if not stronger than) the feeling i had in my gut when i saw franz ferdinand at northsix back in january (and you see how thats gone).

anyone who got to roseland early last night will agree. (if they dont, ill break their knees so they can never groove to "take me out" again). the futureheads opening set was perhaps the best show ive seen at roseland... ever. granted, no shows at roseland are ever good. i mean, the music sounded fantastic when they opened for the vines; interpol pulled it off surprisingly well; and ac/dc was a shitton of fun... but considering the fact that the futureheads are a group of sunderland lads, all under the age of 25, all visiting new york for the very first time, playing songs that are all shorter than 3 minutes long... they sounded shockingly confident and powerful. the normally shoddy roseland sound and sterile feel were absent, and everything just-- fit. once again, ill throw out the word "magical."

the trashy socialites and i staked out places as close to the stage as possible for the futureheads set, and at every opportunity i shouted some version of "the futureheads rule," "the futureheads are awesome," and "you guys are hot." just doing my jedi duty, gettin the word out, ya know?

during the delays set (which was not as good as their mercury lounge gig, though prophet aaron has worked a new move into the repertoire-- the earplug), i went upstairs to find my futureheads boyfriends and congratulate them. they were thrilled to death with the crowd reaction, as well they should have been.

we struck up conversation with bob and paul fancypants, who were marvelling at their own grand production values (read: orange carpeted stage and tricky fucking backdrop). eventually alex emerged from backstage, and i was introduced to him as a tart of pleasure, which he found quite amusing. and then he borrowed my eyeliner.

i left drunk and satisfied and ready to head downtown for my second dose of the futuregivemeheads.

rothko was a bloody headfuck. if it wasnt for barry futureheads' incredible edible hips and the presence of my radio 4 buddies, i wouldve bailed super early. instead i just stood in front, danced in sweat, screamed for them to play "man ray," and yelled "I LOVE THE FUTUREHEADS!"

best gossip from the roseland bit? DAVID BOWIE was in the franz dressing room, lamenting to the celebrants about missing the futureheads set.

best gossip from the rothko bit? someone... who shall remain redheaded but nameless, asked dj nikki z to her personal sadie hawkins dance... to no avail.