In my haste to post yesterday, I forgot to mention our possible cool rock person sighting at World Party on Monday.
"Carlos, see that guy behind the dude in the polo shirt?"
"Yeah."
"I think he's in Trashcan Sinatras."
"I thought he looked familiar."
Now, I'm prone to seeing people that I think are other people, like the dude at the bar who I could have sworn was in Scorpions ("not old enough," said Carlos) and the bassist for World Party who was a dead-ringer for one of our college friends. But, this I swear was Trashcan Paul, which might not mean much of anything to anyone outside of my partner in Trashcan singalongs, Balthazar Monsoon. Having read sometime in the past year that Trashcan Paul had either moved to Los Angeles or was out here for an extended stay, the spotting made total sense.
Later on, I ended up trying to sit/squat in a corner and almost tripped person I believe to be Paul Livingston at the bar. I tried to eavesdrop to see if I could detect an accent, but World Party was so on it Monday night that I couldn't get away from the music.