Grace Church, Red Orange Morning, Joe Wilson, Rich Cohen

Grace Church is Brian. Brian is amazing. His first Local Correspondents show and I am so proud and excited to introduce my friends to his music. Bar4 is such a chill lounge-y room, the artwork is cool, the red walls and candles and dim lighting give it a warm, inviting feeling.

Grace Church is subtle and his performance commands a quiet and attentive audience. So then the circus begins. First there's some girl setting on the end of the bar closest to the stage just jabbering away. See, I am not a violent person but this is when I start imagining various blood-letting scenarios. But luckily, she is saved from certain death by Greg, who has the tact and authority to gently encourage the girl to shut her face. She later displayed her advancing state of inebriation by knocking over two bottles of wine she had gotten earlier that evening. Besides the whole jarring tinkling glass sound, she actually managed to BREAK the bottles which began saturating the floor with a flood of wine.

Ah, breathe a sigh of relief, no longer distracted, will listen to wonderful Grace Church now- but no. Stupid girl in a red tank top is sitting on a couch right beside the stage and obviously on a date or anyway trying to impress some bone-headed guy and I am seething because how can anyone be that entirely bereft of sense and social aptitude? Completely disruptive with this inane hee-haw laugh like nails on a chalkboard. I try giving her expressive dirty looks, but she is too busy tossing her mane of blonde hair to pay any attention. What I should have done, and wanted to do was tell her that I could hear every word of her conversation from across the room, and that she might consider moving further away from the stage or lowering her voice. I should have said it, I wanted to say it, but I was worried about causing a scene. Next time, I'm saying it. And I'm also gonna tell the stupid chic that no one is really that interested in hearing what she has to say. Ok, enough rant.

Grace Church was as brilliant as always and although he acknowledged the disruptive quality of certain patrons, he was kind enough to agree to come back and play again. (Side note- he's playing at CBGB's Gallery on Tuesday, Novemeber 1.)

Next was K9 Photography. I love I love I love these guys. They played a new song with a strange rhythm and dissonant chords that may be my new favorite, although I'm a big fan of everything K9, especially Ceramic Doll Brain. From what I hear they met some new fans and sold some CDs... Hooray! I can't hear them play often enough.

And I will definitely say the same of Red Orange Morning. Cyndi and Ryan are two of the coolest, sweetests people I know and their music is a secret addiction of mine. Marlo Clemente was our guest photographer and took some really gorgeous shots of ROM and Bar4. Actually, I am listening to their song Anemone right now as I write this. Thankfully the blonde chic had long ago disappeared, no longer to plauge my existence with her worthless chatter.

Joe Wilson played a great set as always. He really engaged the audience and complimented the other performers music well. That night I thought was my favorite Local Correspondents night, except I've been thinking that about every LC night lately, because now that I'm really getting the hang of things, they are all fantastic.

Rich Cohen played last. A man with an impressive talent and intimidating list of credentials. He rocked the blues and it was awesome to see his parents at the bar, lending their support. I don't think my parents have ever seen me play a gig. They were so cute. I think I find parents so adorable, the same way some people tumble over babies and puppies. Moms and dads are cool.

Many of the performers got to stay and hang out all night and talk and get to know one another and I just sit their and glow because that is what community is about. And we definitely have a community here. Jon drew some cool pics for me on a bar napkin. I promised to scan them into my computer and put them on the site, but honestly, I forgot and can't find them now.

Eventually I thought, I must go sleep so I can work tomorrow and make it through another night. It was hard to tear myself away. But I decided to be lazy and call a car because I was cold and exhausted and lately some weird men have been camping on my block, so walking around there late at night might not be such a good idea.

In the car, contemplated the night and was completely and totally satisfied.