Here’s a video I took of the Spits performing their song that everyone knows. Sorry for the shakiness. The show was full of dancin’ n’ prancin’.

That boxy car company, Scion and Vice Magazine hosted a free Spits show at Brüar Falls last Thursday. They flew out the band from Portland, paid them okay and the band delivered this awesome show as result. Everyone you wanted to see was there. The Livefastdie guys, Camero, Viking and Sarim were there. The Vice dudes. Girls I knew from college who were still pretty and had nice skin. Mike Sniper was there. I never don’t see that guy whenever I leave the house. If I go to a show there is a 75% chance that he’ll be there. I’m making a checklist of things you see when you’re at a show in Brooklyn. He will be on it. What else? Someone wearing a shirt that Kurt Cobain made famous… Well It used to be.

I squeezed Dennis Chow’s face. Later we had a little fight. My shins still hurt. this guy is a funny guy. Why’d he need to try to kick me in the balls? Now I need to get him.

I took a lot of pit shots. Enjoy the pit shots. Imagine me saying that the way Depeche Mode says “Enjoy the Silence.”

Elbows.

Angry face.

Everybody grabbing onto Alex Tampon.

And that’s pit action for you. Sweaty dudes all dribbling onto and crashing into each other.

The main guys in the Spits are these two brothers that hate each other. Hating each other is what makes bands good. (The Sex Pistols, Guns N’ Roses, The Beatles, etc, etc)

Here’s Alex Tampon looking bewildered. Alex is who did that Street Trash shirt for Mishka this past Summer and he also runs Death Traitors. He’d lost his hat. Later I found his hat.

Sarim was there. This guy has wormed his way into pretty much every good band in New York. Livefastdie, Indian Casino, Dan Melchoir. There’s probably more I don’t about. He was playing drums with Dan Melchoir that night.

Here’s Julie from Georgiana Starlington and Bunny from Bosco Delrey admiring Julie’s sweater. It is a very good sweater.

Then we piled nine people into a dude’s car and drove to his house where much garbage was eaten and records were listened to. I was in the trunk with these two guys on the way over and kept announcing that I wanted to tell them that I was so glad I had waited until I was in the trunk with them to tell them I was gay. Sarim kept screaming, “Nobody in this trunk is gay!” in a real serious manner. It was beautiful. Also the Spits came with us in the car.

And then they killed themselves for our amusement.

- Toilet Cobra