U.S. Royalty (Photo by Guy Aroch)
The W Hotel hosted U.S. Royalty for a vinyl release party for the band’s second album, Blue Sunshine, Thursday as part of its P.O.V. Live series in its rooftop lounge. People packed the venue to listen to a free show and drink a new beer from DC Brau, aged in Buffalo Trace barrels.
Fans of the D.C.-based band were in high spirits, and there were many singalongs and impromptu danceaways when the band took to the stage for a healthy set. Blue Sunshine was initially released in January, so it seems like a lot of folks had time to learn the words to recite along with singer John Thornley and company.
Prior to the concert, the band sat down with an interview conducted by Svetlana Legetic of Brightest Young Things. For U.S. Royalty, it proved to be a good opportunity to launch a charm offensive, where they spoke plainly about their love of D.C. and their desire to land a record contract with a major label.
This weekend, you could well have spent it as I did, with the Nationals on the radio or TV while you went about your lives. No sport is quite like baseball when it comes to its ubiquity during the season. From the end of March until the middle of October, there is baseball every day except for two. There are random off-days for your team, yes, but the default state for the next six months is baseball. As we shrug off the remains of a brutally cold February, that’s an important mile marker for the passage of time.
The Nationals are still deep in the throes of the training process, and each of the games carries little life-and-death meaning. None of these games count on the standings, no result is the end of a career or the start of one; these are, in the purest sense of the word, games. Starters go 3 innings if they’re lucky, and by the time Take Me Out To The Ballgame is done, most of the franchise faces have had a shower and are out talking to the media. Games are decided by late inning relievers and third string prospects. It’s marvelous. Unless you’re the scorekeeper.
This past week, Nats Prospect Cutter Dykstra made his big league club spring debut in a split-squad game, and since he was borrowed from the minor league roster, was wearing his minor league camp jersey. The broadcast team from the Mets – a delight to listen to this spring, unlike the team from Atlanta – couldn’t figure out how the Nats had two number 10s in the lineup at the same time. In the end, the Nationals’ number 10 Will Rhymes ended up driving in the Nationals’ other number 10, Dykstra. These are the sorts of things that happen in the early part of camp. They’re a delight.
How about that Daylight Saving Time, huh? Don’t you just love losing an hour of sleep? Granted if we all went to bed an hour earlier the night before we wouldn’t actually lose any sleep at all but who wants to do that? That would be like giving in and admitting that we all knew DST was coming and had prepared for it or, at the very least, realized that trying to fight it is a waste of time. As a species we have a very hard time seeing things in the long term and as a part of a bigger picture; we don’t care that moving the clock ahead an hour now means daylight until almost 10p.m. this summer. “They’ve made me sleep less! Must rage! Aargh!” I’m sure if we asked all the new parents in town whether they’re upset about losing an hour of sleep we’d get laughed at. Maybe even punched in the face. What does any of this have to do with photos? Not much, but looking at the pretty pictures should take your mind off sleep if only for a few minutes. Continue reading
Just as that bitter taste lingers in your mouth for what feels like forever, malört has managed to linger in the DC drinks scene since it broke out in late last December. This is due in no small part to the massive hype it’s been generating, getting continuous press and even a bar dedicated to it.
The malört craze started with Boundary Road, which was the first time I saw malört on a DC menu, and Bar Pilar who featured Malört Bombs on their Anti-Valentine’s Day Menu. But the real stuff, Jeppson’s Malört, as of now, is only behind one bar in the city, Ivy and Coney.
Ivy and Coney is DC’s shrine to this bitter Chicago spirit. Opened in late December, Ivy and Coney has been making waves for it’s no frills, divey neighborhood bar take on midwest taverns. Come to drink the inexpensive beers, eat cracker jacks and the Chicago-style hot dogs and coneys. And, of course, shoot malört. This isn’t a place to get fancy, it’s a place to have an unpretentious beer and a snack after work, and see your friends’ malört face. Continue reading
Between the snow day on Monday, the delayed openings on Tuesday, and the annoyingly cold weather the other three days, this has been one weird week, Very un-March. Dare I call it, Smarch weather? Well, it’s Friday and we don’t have to worry about as much. And we did get a benefit: fun photos. So, get yourself a warm drink, put your feet up, and enjoy the sights of the week. Continue reading