The 29th day in July is constantly fluid to me, “always in motion, the future is,” as an old Jedi master proclaimed a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.  This particular night had all the makings of becoming legendary.  Turning 27 is nothing to sneeze at, I’m just as shocked as most when I realize that I’ve made it this far, but built in birthday celebrations such as this come a long once in a life time, as Velveteen Pink returned to Tampa.  Let’s just say that the turn out was slightly more impressive than their last endeavor at Empire this time around.  I’d be lying if I told you that I had a vested interest in all the bands playing on this particular evening at New World, in case you haven’t realized, their was much celebrating going on.  To the other bands, I sincerely apologize, but my attention was focused solely on Velveteen Pink.

For those who haven’t been fortunate enough to catch one of Gainesville’s finest acts, they play with a flair that is rarely, if ever, seen at the brewery.  Always clad in matching costumes, this show revealed four matching Elvis Presley jumpsuits and matching gold trimmed sunglasses.  Velveteen Pink played their elctro-funk synth-pop stylings with focused precision, even inspiring a train of people to begin shaking their respective groove things in order around a floor which hasn’t seen that much dancing since Steven Hobbs at Summer Jam.  Even though, technically, I was born in the 70’s, I don’t remember much from those first six months, but I’d like to imagine that they greatly resembled what Velveteen Pink was able to provide with their infectious dance grooves, and flamboyant fashion sense.

In the end, I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect birthday scenario, and it’s even rarer to have such high expectations fulfilled.  With Velveteen Pink’s recreation of Saturday Night Fever, some of my closest friends (old and new), and one of my favorite local venues, it could not have been more perfect.  Judging by one of the larger New World crowd’s reaction, I’d say that they now understand why it’s best not to miss Velveteen Pink when they are town; you don’t see bands having this much fun very often, and that much fun can be surprisingly contagious, even without the aid of a hundred or so Mexican Trailer Parks (the official birthday shots exclusively provided by Fuma Bella).