Screw the Chorus

SOCAL - An evening that involves a Har Mar Superstar performance is never dry. Last night at the Viper Room was no exception. Like just about every extraordinarily memorable event in my life last night started with me having second thoughts about going. I was locked into this one however as Jermo had already purchased the tickets.

The typical Har Mar evening started out with a Jason Lee sighting. Jermo and I were in line for our roll call tickets when Mr. Lee drove by on his motorcycle. He’d stopped to eye the couple in front of us and the 3 of them exchanged pleasantries. Jermo and I had a chuckle and mentioned that we hadn’t seen Jason since the Mall Rats signing at Jay & Silent Bob’s comic shop in Westwood.

This would be a good time to mention that PRYOR to last night I’d never been to the Viper Room. Once inside the very small venue, groups of people stood around waiting to let the water from reality separate from the oil of their beverages. Hotties lined the RESERVED tables during which time Jermo and I stood around commenting on the scenery and listened to some DJ grooves from The Cribs. (Ok, apparently this is how my life is functioning now. I’d just received a package here at work addressed to me. I opened it and it’s a CD from the Cribs. Now for those of you who don’t know I used to work in the Music Department here at work. I’m assuming that even though I’ve never received a “for your consideration” album addressed to me, this Cribs album is meant for the Music Dept. I called down there and they said I could keep it. All this happening less than 12 hours after having seen them AND while I’m writing an article that includes them. Crazy, and yes, I do it.)

Tangents. Gotta love ‘em.

Har Mar’s opening band was a delightful little rock’n’roll piece that reminded me of GNR circa: Appetite for Destruction crossed with God Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols. Amazing guitar work and over the top vocals. I’m now on the lookout for any and all things by Wounded Cougar. After a New Castle Sean came out and the crowd rushed the stage like a bum on a crumb crack. Sean’s set was about 90% of what he played the last time we saw him at Spaceland, but as everyone knows: There is no bad Har Mar Superstar song.

During his set Mr. Mar played a new song filled with homosexual undertones and sodomy called Tall Boys. I’d never heard it before and the beat was badass. The Mar jokingly stated that Britney Spears was stupid for not buying it. After that little surprise my man broke out with the best, most intricately beautiful song in his library: No Chorus. A call to the West Coast offices of YIFTM took place during this time.

Har Mar ended with Brothers & Sisters but only after grabbing 3 Yager shots from the bar. He fed them to his drummer and bass player as they continued playing the marvelous Har Mar groove.

After the curtains were drawn I went to the bar to close out my tab. After I told the bartender my name I noticed that the woman next to me dropped her purse/handbag. I looked down and noticed that she hadn’t noticed a 5 spot on the floor. After pointing this out to her she gave me a look both of confusion and awe. “Did you just give me money?” She asked me. I proceeded to tell her that it probably dropped out of her purse/handbag and apparently this sort of honest behavior is something of a rarity on the Sunset Strip because she put her hand behind my head and kissed me on the cheek. Take it from me (the Idiot King). Honesty has its rewards.

END OF PART 1

(Part 2 to be told at an unspecified later date)