Me and Jason, cheap red wine, G&Ts, spaghetti with pecorino and cracked black pepper, a po’ boy sandwich, crusty bread and good butter. Schiller’s Liquor Bar can be a scene, but if you show up at seven on a chilly Tuesday night, you’ll get a table no problem. Then you can sit and watch the scene develop over the next hour and a half, and oh, yes, the scene will develop, even though it’s a chilly Tuesday night, and people will bump into you, and later you’ll have to fight your way to the restrooms. It’s just as well, then, that by then it’ll be time to leave ’cause yous two have a date with the Thrills, all the way from Dublin, Ireland, to the Bowery Ballroom. Happy rockin new year, indeed. Lead Thrill said: “We’re so happy to be in New York Fuckin City!” and “Mah baby!” and “Why thank you!” There was clapping, there was jumping, there was the beat thumping through your chest.