Wide eyed, alive

I really, really, really love The Junior Varsity. Their keyboardist, Nick Dodson, may very well be the sweetest guy in the world. So sweet, in fact, that my cohort Ashley and I took it literally and made the band brownies for their show tonight:

Aren't they festive and scrumptious looking? And check out my girl's color coordination. Good thing I didn't wear gray too, as I'd originally planned, otherwise we'd look like two cracked out Betty Crockers.

Not pictured: Me, because I was/am having a bad hair day.

However, our baked goods made us the absolute most popular women to ever step foot in the School of Rock.

Seriously girls, if you want a surefire way to have a hefty collection of phone numbers at the end of an evening out--just bring some sort of cake.

Okay, okay, being cute helps too.


*By Jess, who seriously only bakes for Junior Varsity shows, though if John Mayer asked for a pie, she'd probably oblige

Spitalove

Spitalfield are longtime fans of Planet Verge, and I am a longtime fan of Spitalfield. Mark loves us so much, I caught him playing with our latest print issue.




I want to commend New Jersey for showing them a more than satisfactory amount of love last night after the extremely lackluster Vintage Vinyl attendance last week.

They are nice boys. Talented boys. And cute to boot.
A common Spitalfield fan progression is as follows:
1. Buy their records.
2. See their shows.
3. Fall in love.

Oh, and if you don't believe me about the third step--you will. Oh, you will.


*By Jess, who rather enjoys the company of men from Chicago