TKO

Last night, the Makes Nice reached our apex of self-indulgence, playing three sets at the Knockout. I doubt we’ll ever try it again, but it was interesting to go through the full gamut of rock band experience in one night. We got to play the awkward, sober set to an awkwardly sober audience; the relaxed, triumphant set to a packed house; and then the apathetic, sloppy set to almost no one at the end of the night. I nearly hyperventilated, thanks to my suit.

Perhaps the best part of the night was at the very end, when a dance party spontaneously erupted out of nowhere. Well, not exactly spontaneous, since it was inspired by my new favorite DJ, Memphis Style. There’s something transcendent about a tall dude with a bushy moustache and garish necklace, one fist in the air and the other clenching a 24-ounce can of Tecate, head-banging to fucking weird, amazing records, not to mention a healthy dose of the Kinks and the Zombies, and occasional, completely tasteless applications of digital delays. So, umm, yeah, that was cool.