Rachelyn Remz-Porter and Alice Barlow caught the band Skaters at the Bowery Ballroom on Friday and, with a little help from Instax, made some fancy GIFs to prove it!
Well. I think I can safely say that the Skaters boys pull a pretty goddamned sexy crowd. I mean, I know they are like totes adorbs or whatever, but wow. The bar at the Bowery Ballroom on Friday night looked like the backstage of an Alex Wang show. Actually, more like the afterparty, 'cause there were band dudes grinding on drunk models dancing as far as the eye can see. The non-model audience consisted of the most jaded of the jaded: fashion industry peeps, musicians, photographers, artists (basically anyone who has ever gone to Cabin)––kind of what I imagine to be the exact opposite of the crowd at a Shania Twain concert in Vegas. (No offense, girl. "Man I Feel Like A Woman" is my jam boo! I mean, do you remember the "That Don't Impress Me Much" video? You are a stone cold fox.)
Where was I? Oh yeah. So the Skaters boys (Michael Cummings, Noah Rubin, Josh Hubbard, and Dan Burke) rolled out on stage at the biggest show of their career, all "it ain't no thang but a chicken wing"-type of cool. What supermodels, right? They launched into their opening jam, "Fear of the Knife," and the entire jaded-as-fuck crowd bugggggggged. The dudes' on-stage presence is like, so chilled out and relaxed, but the crowd was the most hyped of the hype.
During a breakdown in the middle of our favorite jam, "I Wanna Dance (But I Don't Know How)," it was all like slow and whatever, and bitches straight lost their shit like it was '89 and Tommy Lee was doing an upside down drum solo NAKED. Then just to put the icing on the Hawaiian shirt cake, the show ended with my favorite parts of a baseball game: beach balls and free merch being thrown out to the crowd. (Suggestion for next show: free popcorn. You're welcome, boys.)
To summarize the Skaters live experience: mega jams, hot dudes, supermodels dancing to mega jams that hot dudes play, Jameson, free stuff, Hawaiian shirts, feeling inferior, people-watching, and awesomeness.
You may not know how to dance Skaters, but you damn sure know how to get everyone else to.![]()
Michael, Noah, Josh, and Dan at soundcheck!
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Onstage
Well. I think I can safely say that the Skaters boys pull a pretty goddamned sexy crowd. I mean, I know they are like totes adorbs or whatever, but wow. The bar at the Bowery Ballroom on Friday night looked like the backstage of an Alex Wang show. Actually, more like the afterparty, 'cause there were band dudes grinding on drunk models dancing as far as the eye can see. The non-model audience consisted of the most jaded of the jaded: fashion industry peeps, musicians, photographers, artists (basically anyone who has ever gone to Cabin)––kind of what I imagine to be the exact opposite of the crowd at a Shania Twain concert in Vegas. (No offense, girl. "Man I Feel Like A Woman" is my jam boo! I mean, do you remember the "That Don't Impress Me Much" video? You are a stone cold fox.)
Where was I? Oh yeah. So the Skaters boys (Michael Cummings, Noah Rubin, Josh Hubbard, and Dan Burke) rolled out on stage at the biggest show of their career, all "it ain't no thang but a chicken wing"-type of cool. What supermodels, right? They launched into their opening jam, "Fear of the Knife," and the entire jaded-as-fuck crowd bugggggggged. The dudes' on-stage presence is like, so chilled out and relaxed, but the crowd was the most hyped of the hype.
During a breakdown in the middle of our favorite jam, "I Wanna Dance (But I Don't Know How)," it was all like slow and whatever, and bitches straight lost their shit like it was '89 and Tommy Lee was doing an upside down drum solo NAKED. Then just to put the icing on the Hawaiian shirt cake, the show ended with my favorite parts of a baseball game: beach balls and free merch being thrown out to the crowd. (Suggestion for next show: free popcorn. You're welcome, boys.)
To summarize the Skaters live experience: mega jams, hot dudes, supermodels dancing to mega jams that hot dudes play, Jameson, free stuff, Hawaiian shirts, feeling inferior, people-watching, and awesomeness.
You may not know how to dance Skaters, but you damn sure know how to get everyone else to.
Michael, Noah, Josh, and Dan at soundcheck!
Onstage