Seeing a new band makes me giddy. I love not knowing what I am about to experience. I feel the same way about new venues and this was going to be both of those joys. The Spare Room is located inside The Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, which was the site of the very first Academy Awards back in 1929 and apparently Marilyn Monroe and Errol Flynn still hang out and do a little haunting on occasion. I didn’t see any ghosts but I sure did hear some great music in an awesome space. The Spare Room is a splendid cocktail lounge with two lanes for bowling and full of welcoming couches and chairs. I was digging on the ambience of the wooden paneling and the beautiful lighting when Blackwater Jukebox started rocking out and then I was instantly pulled into their revelry. I was instantly taken back to when I stumbled into Mehanata on Ludlow Street in NYC sometime in 2000 &?one late, late night or early, early morn, depending on how you want to look at it and discovered the incredible sound of Gogol Bordello.
Blackwater Jukebox has that energy and that thrill, the only thing lacking was the crowd from Mehanata. The crowd at The Spare Room was lame and somehow missing what was going on right in front of them. How could they not see this music mischief happening? How could they not hear the magic of this voodoo circus??? Those people who refuse to hear and see awesome are the reason we cannot have nice things and The Spare Room cut the set short due to the lame people who wanted to sip cocktails in silence. I just don’t get it. Blackwater Jukebox rocks and I want to see them again. Soon. I need a full set of their sounds to be bouncing around in my head. They are fucking awesome.