It took an extreme case of willpower to avoid Rothko last night and not check out director Vincent Gallo's double-header performance, but ultimately we didn't want to completely die on the inside before the weekend even hits. Apparently, we didn't miss much — we were only interested in seeing some forced fellating, but this was a musical show. Gawker special correspondent Karen didn't pay attention to the music anyhow, but she did endure bright red lights and more Brown Bunny imagery than she needed.

The hipsters were pretty restless last night at Vincent Gallo's second show at Rothko in the LES. The place is tiny, with the serious Gallo fan boys and the curious, like myself, packed together all cranky like. Before the show started, they had this obnoxious red fill light pointed directly into our eyes, like some sort of aversion therapy (you will not try to go to a show beginning at 11:30 on a work night!)and I seriously thought fights might break out around me. Word to the wise, Gallo fans don't like it if you step in front of them for a better view, while they're waiting for their man to take the stage.

The best part of the evening — because his noodling jazz ambient folky whatnot stuff wasn't so hot — was when Gallo, Sean Lennon and his entourage made their entrance via a path in the crowd cleared by an enormous black-suited bouncer. He was close enough, we could reach out and caress his greasy locks. If you're into that sort of thing. By the way there was a huge poster for Brown Bunny with the infamous bj shot hanging over the bar. Do you think that helps Gallo pick up the chicks, giving them a preview?