Puttin' On The Ritz

More sophisticated by the second, etc.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Left Foot Green, etc.

August 4, 2005 -- Free 103.9, Brooklyn
Mindy asked us to play her radio show, the theme of which was ostensibly toys. Apparently before we played some dudes were interviewed about such things, but I was out back looking at the Williamsburg Bridge and drinking at the time so I was not privy to such things. Kevin and Laura Hannah went to get some food, apparently. Mindy had a bunch of people from Florida staying at her house so she made them all come over and watch us. In between songs we were supposed to be interviewed about toys, but we only had like, 20 minutes to play so we sort of didn't respond to well to the questions. This was the second night in a row that we were playing in a hot room without air conditioning so there was much sweating involved. Since there were 20 people in the room and 10 people listening on the radio, we sort of played more for the humans we could actually see with our own eyes. We debuted "Earth Angel", which I probably fucked up almost as badly as I fucked up "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer", although it is hard to say for sure. Kevin was in top form, apparently. I got a little tired so I was lying on the ground, which Kevin responded to by putting his chair on top of me and playing like that. I'm not sure if you could hear it on the air or not but we were throwing each other and drums around the room quite a bit. We were playing Twister or something during "Fly Me to the Moon", I don't remember the details but I think most of our limbs were tangled up and drumsticks were flying about and someone was singing it but I don't remember whom. I might have been drunk, but I am admitting to nothing. After our set we took some trivia quiz and one, we were the only group to actually get a question correct. If you are curious, the answer was "Husker Du", and Kevin got it, not me. Sigh. Since there was no prize it didn't really matter anyway. I went downstairs after the show and some of my friends were hanging out down there, they heard bodies colliding with the floor and thought that it might have been us but couldn't tell for sure. I suppose we don't make distinct enough sounds, I don't know. If you're lucky I'll see you in the pit or in heaven or somewhere, but remember to bring a drink for me, save the last dance for me.


  • At 5:02 PM, Blogger ChrisG said…

    did you guys hear of this? my pal josh writes for NY press and he had a piece about POTR but it didn't make it into the final edition. i swiped it from his blog:


    Best Band to Play in the Atlantic Ocean: Puttin’ on the Ritz

    The Village Voice’s annual Coney Island hootenanny, the Siren Fest, has evolved into a pile of sweaty suck. Crowds are riot-size, heat oppressive and sound quality is one notch above AM radio. Still, like buffalo following their brethren over the cliff, we insist on attending Siren. Each year, we dutifully set up blankets and coolers on the beach and crack a cold beer, sure. But hear any music? Ha; the allure of urinating in the ocean keeps us rooted to the sand.

    But toward the sunburned end of Siren Fest ’04, we were treated to an unlikely treat: Drum-and-warbly-voice duo Puttin’ on the Ritz (they play louche renditions of old-time-y tunes, like “Fly Me to the Moon”) entered the Atlantic and performed their F-list lounge trick. Perhaps we were drunk (well, duh), but it was breathtaking: drums, waves crashing, Sinatra tunes. It was a gut-check moment that reminded us why we live on the Alcatraz-like island. Puttin’ on the Ritz planned a follow-up at Siren Fest 2005. However a thick fog, not common sense, curtailed an aquatic repeat.


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