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Low Cut Connie, Erez and the End, The Threads at The Rock Shop!

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Low Cut Connie
One sad night in New York City, Adam Weiner was playing "Stormy Weather" to twelve half-naked drunks at a drag karaoke bar called Pegasus. He had left New Jersey 10 years earlier with lofty hopes of artistic success in the Big Sexy Apple…and this salty dump is where he had landed and gotten stuck like a musical kidney stone. A small Asian man dressed as Diana Ross was finishing the last verse and segueing into "Sometimes When We Touch", while Adam plunked the piano keys with bluesy relish.

Right at this moment, a thought occurred to Mr. Weiner. "Why don't I start the greatest rock n roll band this town has ever seen? Why don't I titillate and massage the throbbing cultural masses in unknown ways? Why don't I dream a new boogie for all of mankind?" Instantly, the room started to spin with sensual visions and Elvis ambitions. Barry Manillow whispered in his ear "DO IT!". The patrons all shook their stuff and tipped Mr. Weiner generously. "The slump was ending", he felt.

The next morning, he called up his old buddy Dan "Swampmeat" Finnemore in Birmingham, England. A couple years before, Adam and Dan had shared a urine-soaked stage in a gnarly UK warehouse and gotten stuck in a freight elevator for 4 hours with nothing but guitars and a duffel bag of booze. They had emerged brothers from across the pond. When the phone rang, Dan was busy duct-taping his wounds after a night of heavy punkabilly brawling and low-brow impregnations. He had screamed his head off and been spat on by rabid drunks and footballers. Adam asked him if he wanted to turn their slumps around and light a mighty rock n roll flame. Dan picked up his sticks and said "Fuck it, let's get weird. See you in 6 hours, fool."

Sensing the creation of a profound cocktail of boogie and benevolent sleaze, Weiner and Finnemore scoured the crab-infested streets of old Philadelphia looking for a couple of salty vagabonds to complete the line-up. At the end of a sad alleyway, they found a couple of swarthy tramps watching the Golden Girls through the window of a retirement home. They resembled Trading Places-era Ackroyd. After a quick interview, the Hebrew and the Brit realized they could clean these boys up, make em look like half-decent musicians, and no one would ever know the difference. They agreed to work for beer and Slim Jims, and Low Cut Connie was born.

In the weeks and months that followed, the boys went into all the downtown clubs and all the phenomenal dumps across America…just to get the juices flowing, to make all the boys and girls dance again, fondle each other, and fall in love.

For more info and bios of supporting bands visit: http://www.therockshopny.com/event/213767-low-cut-connie-brooklyn/

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