A Pleasantly Hectic Evening.
My morning commute (across town) is often filled with thoughts of the prior evening as a warm up to coming into the office and blowing my first hour at my desk updating the blog. Today was no different, but I realized that last night was a welcomed run-a-round.
It all started after work when Phoebe and I met Hawkins at the Gershwin for a walk through of their new bar/lounge. The space is pretty impressive and though the decor may not be my style, it has potential the potential for us to turn it up for a couple big throw downs in the waiting months. What impressed me the most was Hawkins demeanor with the partners and owners of the space. The kid is a professional, and even though I think he makes up half the words he uses (i.e. "We will be featuring a Lataisa menu. A unique fusion of Latin and Asian cuisine,") the kid plays the part well. He introduced me to Will who is the head of our operation and a really nice guy.
We cabbed it down to Bside where Avenue B Will was learning the bartending ropes from Sivan. Noah and Sean M. showed up for a couple quick happy hour drinks before we headed to 186 to enjoy some more cheap Mexican with Stevo and Matt. Sean and I broke out for the Bowery in hopes of catching the Las Vegas based rock band, the Killers who were kicking off the show.
Much to our frozen dismay (well, mine anyway) the Killers were just about finished when we arrived. We saw their last song from upstairs and to tell you the truth, it didn't do too much for me. By all accounts the song was something that an indifferent kid like myself would fall for, but the singer kind of turned me off. He reminded me of Ham from the Walkmen, which isn't a bad thing, but he didn't have the vocal ability of the x-Fire Eater. I'm going to reserve my judgment until I get a real chance to hear these guys.
Sean and I bounced around for a bit. We ran into Megan and Adam who were pretty excited to see the second billed act, Ratatat. We also came across the SF crew who were headed to the Knit, but Christian and Phoebe stuck it out for the Stills. So Ratatat was an interesting concept, but I thought their songs would be better with a vocalist. Its just two chaps who play bass and guitar. The guitarist also plays some serious house beats for them to chop over. They were good and dancey, which I love, but again, something felt like it was missing. By the end of their set, Noah, Liz, all the Beach's had showed up and made their way to the back corner.
During changeover Megan and I hit the street for a quick cig where we ran into Elliot who is a fellow blogger, though I don't know which one. I often feel removed from the blog community, but that’s ok, they do some kickass features and are a bit more clued in than myself, but as Pete Libertine once said, "I get along." The Stills were poised to perform, but first some assbag from BBC had to come on stage and piss about his funny accent while telling us all that New York is the greatest. Blow me. Bring the rock.
It was my first time seeing these Canadian boys who have made some waves on Vice Records since the dropping of their debut full-length, Logic Will Break Your Heart. These guys are great musicians. The Stills hammered through all the hits including Noah's favorite Lola Stars and Stripes. The rhythm section really impressed me last night, but I'm in no mood to give a real opinion. Let’s just say these guys were great. For their encore they played a cover song before the drummer stepped out from behind the kit and took the mic to sing Yesterday Never Tomorrow. It was a good warm up for what is sure to be an amazing Friday evening.
Tonight's the Night Baby...
Well, you won't see me bumming around the L.E.S. tonight because we will be in Lancaster, PA seeing My Morning Jacket at the Chameleon. This is all kind of strange, because after all the failed attempts to get to this club in high school, 5 years later I'm caravanning down there from my new home. It should be killer.
A Worthy Correction.
This morning my inbox had an email explaining to me the logistics of the Richard Hell - NYU connection. Thanks to a reader who is one, for lack of a better word, hell of a Richard Hell fan, I can safely report that NYU gave the punk legend $50G's for the use of his work. He or She passed me this NY Times link that gets the information correct, but spawns a less than pleasant Hell retort. Thanks for reading and keeping me in check.
These are the Breaks. Break it Down.
The Darkness get signed to Def Jam and prepare a hip hop record. Maybe not, but Justin did perform a track with the Black Eyed Peas. Also, Rolling Stone bums around NYC with these Brit boys who seem to be enjoying the rockstar lifestyle to the fullest. Check out the last paragraph. These guys know what's up.
Where is Sean Sullivan when you need him? I'm definitely hitting the NYC leg of this tour with Sean. The Aussie boys will make you bleed.
An Iggy and the Stooges DVD is slated for release. It will contain a live performance from a Detroit show that occurred last August.
The Guardian takes a hot minute to dissect the art of the cover song. The good, the bad and the ugly.
Former Black Flag front man sheds his punk cred and talks about his feelings. Henry Rollins is a pud.
Hell, all it took was a stupid reality TV show to get the kids interested in punk rock. Who knew? I don't care how the album gets into their hands, as long as they listen and know where it started.
Don't be fooled by Clear Channel. This is just another move to blanket and control the listeners. Don't buy into what they are trying to feed you.
Say it ain't so.
My morning commute (across town) is often filled with thoughts of the prior evening as a warm up to coming into the office and blowing my first hour at my desk updating the blog. Today was no different, but I realized that last night was a welcomed run-a-round.
It all started after work when Phoebe and I met Hawkins at the Gershwin for a walk through of their new bar/lounge. The space is pretty impressive and though the decor may not be my style, it has potential the potential for us to turn it up for a couple big throw downs in the waiting months. What impressed me the most was Hawkins demeanor with the partners and owners of the space. The kid is a professional, and even though I think he makes up half the words he uses (i.e. "We will be featuring a Lataisa menu. A unique fusion of Latin and Asian cuisine,") the kid plays the part well. He introduced me to Will who is the head of our operation and a really nice guy.
We cabbed it down to Bside where Avenue B Will was learning the bartending ropes from Sivan. Noah and Sean M. showed up for a couple quick happy hour drinks before we headed to 186 to enjoy some more cheap Mexican with Stevo and Matt. Sean and I broke out for the Bowery in hopes of catching the Las Vegas based rock band, the Killers who were kicking off the show.
Much to our frozen dismay (well, mine anyway) the Killers were just about finished when we arrived. We saw their last song from upstairs and to tell you the truth, it didn't do too much for me. By all accounts the song was something that an indifferent kid like myself would fall for, but the singer kind of turned me off. He reminded me of Ham from the Walkmen, which isn't a bad thing, but he didn't have the vocal ability of the x-Fire Eater. I'm going to reserve my judgment until I get a real chance to hear these guys.
Sean and I bounced around for a bit. We ran into Megan and Adam who were pretty excited to see the second billed act, Ratatat. We also came across the SF crew who were headed to the Knit, but Christian and Phoebe stuck it out for the Stills. So Ratatat was an interesting concept, but I thought their songs would be better with a vocalist. Its just two chaps who play bass and guitar. The guitarist also plays some serious house beats for them to chop over. They were good and dancey, which I love, but again, something felt like it was missing. By the end of their set, Noah, Liz, all the Beach's had showed up and made their way to the back corner.
During changeover Megan and I hit the street for a quick cig where we ran into Elliot who is a fellow blogger, though I don't know which one. I often feel removed from the blog community, but that’s ok, they do some kickass features and are a bit more clued in than myself, but as Pete Libertine once said, "I get along." The Stills were poised to perform, but first some assbag from BBC had to come on stage and piss about his funny accent while telling us all that New York is the greatest. Blow me. Bring the rock.
It was my first time seeing these Canadian boys who have made some waves on Vice Records since the dropping of their debut full-length, Logic Will Break Your Heart. These guys are great musicians. The Stills hammered through all the hits including Noah's favorite Lola Stars and Stripes. The rhythm section really impressed me last night, but I'm in no mood to give a real opinion. Let’s just say these guys were great. For their encore they played a cover song before the drummer stepped out from behind the kit and took the mic to sing Yesterday Never Tomorrow. It was a good warm up for what is sure to be an amazing Friday evening.
Tonight's the Night Baby...
Well, you won't see me bumming around the L.E.S. tonight because we will be in Lancaster, PA seeing My Morning Jacket at the Chameleon. This is all kind of strange, because after all the failed attempts to get to this club in high school, 5 years later I'm caravanning down there from my new home. It should be killer.
A Worthy Correction.
This morning my inbox had an email explaining to me the logistics of the Richard Hell - NYU connection. Thanks to a reader who is one, for lack of a better word, hell of a Richard Hell fan, I can safely report that NYU gave the punk legend $50G's for the use of his work. He or She passed me this NY Times link that gets the information correct, but spawns a less than pleasant Hell retort. Thanks for reading and keeping me in check.
These are the Breaks. Break it Down.
The Darkness get signed to Def Jam and prepare a hip hop record. Maybe not, but Justin did perform a track with the Black Eyed Peas. Also, Rolling Stone bums around NYC with these Brit boys who seem to be enjoying the rockstar lifestyle to the fullest. Check out the last paragraph. These guys know what's up.
Where is Sean Sullivan when you need him? I'm definitely hitting the NYC leg of this tour with Sean. The Aussie boys will make you bleed.
An Iggy and the Stooges DVD is slated for release. It will contain a live performance from a Detroit show that occurred last August.
The Guardian takes a hot minute to dissect the art of the cover song. The good, the bad and the ugly.
Former Black Flag front man sheds his punk cred and talks about his feelings. Henry Rollins is a pud.
Hell, all it took was a stupid reality TV show to get the kids interested in punk rock. Who knew? I don't care how the album gets into their hands, as long as they listen and know where it started.
Don't be fooled by Clear Channel. This is just another move to blanket and control the listeners. Don't buy into what they are trying to feed you.
Say it ain't so.
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