Thursday, September 25, 2008

Everyone needs some free swag! (aka, enter here for your free ish)

What's up party people!

(Sorry, I think I had too much coffee tonight - or maybe not enough)

I come bestowing more gifts. MSTRKRFT is playing next week, and I am almost tempted to drop some hallucenegetic drugs to witness this new light show that's gonna pop (no, Mom, I'm not going to - Ed.). So, we're doing this cool swaggy thing where if you're interested, you can comment on this entry and get some sweet T-shirt and turnable scratch pads f-r-e-e of charge sent to you if you'd like them cos really - everyone knows you need that shit when you least expect it. You can also email me if you're more shy like that. I'll be nice.

(EDIT: We actually did not end up getting our hands on scratch pads, but instead offer sweet MSTRKRFT CDs instead. I got a handful left of 'em, so let me know if you're still down for either/or. I'll close shop on Wednesday, October 8 for sending goodies out! - Ed. 10/6)

Also, should you purchase more than two tickets to the show, you will be entered into a drawing to win a free drink card worth $25 at the Mezzanine bar, which, if you've been here before, know that it can come in handy. We only have a couple of these though, so buy buy buy!
This post is mustache-approved.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I almost took off my clothes

So before I get into the insanity of this weekend, I'm going to gloat (I mean, be extremely modest): I already had tickets to see Janet Jackson of the Saturday of Mezzanine's Nelly show, but as we all know, it was canceled so that dude could open for her in Oakland. And let me tell you - I could see that guy's pecks from a mile away (well, the back row of section 105 at least). No "Country Grammar," but "Hot In Herre" is still a fun jam to visualize getting naked too, as evidenced by a crazy old white guy in a pinstripe suit who was dancing to this song in front of us.

Nelly also came on stage with the Goddess herself to do their duet "Call On Me," and they hugged after. So cute.

The Treasure Island Music Festival this past weekend was a success - I danced, I drank, I rode a fucking Ferris Wheel. I also met my new boyfriend:



Isn't he adorable? You can read more about that here if you're inclined.

The free afterparty at Mezzanine was really late, I admit, but I think worth it: I got to hear "Cassius" by Foals a second time, and my friend Morgan got a really nice screenprinted T-shirt outside in the smoking area, courtesy of the folks over at Antics. We were only able to stay for a song or two of Tilly and the Wall, as our healthy and nutrious dinner of Del Taco was starting to catch up to us. And, I still think "The Beat" sounds like Gloria Estefan being contracted to write a song for Disney. Does that make it bad?

Friday, September 19, 2008

Hey! Dirty! Baby I got your money

Such a grand song...

Remember that free shit I promised? Well, here are the details:

I will be running around this weekend at the Treasure Island Music Festival, as well as the sweet afterparty on Saturday at le olde Mezzanine with Foals and Tilly and the Wall (you've RSVP'ed, right?). If you find me, tell me the answer to this question and you will be rewarded with a pair of MSTRKRFT, Brazilian Girls, or Soulwax tickets. Simple as that!

Answer this: why is Treasure Island named so? (Hint: something special is found 'inside' the island...)

Find me and my bright ass hair, and you too can be a winner! See you then!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Partying with hippies and bowlers is actually more fun than you think

Herro! I'm back, lovelies. Apologies that it's been a bit quiet around the Mezzy bloggy, I stalked some band for a while and just am now over my birthday hangover. Will you take me back?

Of course you will. You need a drinking buddy.

So! Saturday! Power to the Peaceful afterparty! I knew I should have eaten that special truffle before I went over. But seriously, even though I was one of the few people who'd actually washed their hair that morning, I was really pleased to see everyone having a wonderful time. I saw lots of people hugging, dancing, drinking, and trying to touch those blown-up balloon creatures that were perched on the rafters. And while I can't say I have a full discography on reggae and jamband music, I was also pleasantly surprised to really like Michael Franti's Spearhead and All-Star Jam Band - I just couldn't do the 19-minute guitar solos. I felt like partying and falling asleep simutaneously.

Kinda hilarious that the night before was the big Lebowski party, no? I wonder if the bar staff ran out of White Russian ingredients. There would have been mutiny.

Anyway, if you have any pictures, stories, love letters, or snips to gripe with me on, send 'em my way to jenz.mezzanine@gmail.com. There's lots in store in the next few weeks on the blog...keep your eyes peeled for free stuff (yeah, I said it).