Rock The Casbah #30: In Full Effect

Rock Tha Casbah 30!
Saturday, March 29th
The Parish Room (214 East Sixth Street)
$9, 10pm - 2am
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From the days of way-back in smaller venues when Mel and his 80s jams held court with smaller, more intimate crowds, where the records made people say “Careless Whisper? Man, that’s my song right there. Totally got that twelve inch back at the crib. Let’s go to Hoek’s for some pizza and fear.” Nowadays the party’s (past dozen or so) all grow’d up at The Parish, and it's far drunker. Just like us!

It’s not just about the ridiculous sweating, that dude dressed like Teen Wolf, the dropped drinks, or the hands all in the air shout-ruining a perfectly decent John Hughes anthem. Well, wait. Yes it is. It’s exactly about that.

That, along with dropping worthless pretenses and admitting to ourselves that the 80s really were a time of lewd decadence. Sincerely popped collars and penny loafers. Neon prints and bright-white tennis shoes. Voltron and Alex P. Keaton. I Want My MTV and parachute pants. Shit’s absurd. It’s ridiculous. And this’ll be Mel’s thirtieth party dedicated to its memory! Its twisted, pop-obsessed, Aquanetted memory. A memory that no one present will likely be sober enough to remember, and that’s just dandy.

Don’t bail and let those feet feel guilty, ‘cause guilty feet’ve got no rhythm.

And Annie Ray will be there with her ass-kickin’ photo booth! KAPOW!