Like A Little School Girl.
It’s not as though this is big news, but I’ve come to the realization that I am indeed a poseur. How does this happen to a kid like myself? Self deprecation is a dumb concept, but when you realize that you listened to the same song all the way to work, two days in a row, it makes you feel like a school girl who just got Tiffany’s new single. Yesterday it was Perfect Day and today it was The Killer’s Mr. Brightside. That song seemed perfect for my hung over jaunt into the office. The lyrics are worn territory, but the nail is hit on the head Daniel LaRusso style.
Arbitrary Weather Notice.
Look out your window. Now I have something to talk about with the people I see in the elevator. I’m the king of bullshit and let me assure you that I shovel more than a rodeo clown. Maybe we will get an early dismissal. Damn grade school antics. When will they leave my mind?
Perpetuating A Stereotype.
Ok, it’s unfair to say everyone who waited for the 2nd Avenue Deli Roll Back Celebration was Jewish, but for a day they were. Yesterday marked the 50th anniversary of the New York City staple and to celebrate there was a special menu featuring the prices from the day it opened. Hawkins and I cruised over there after work in hopes of getting our pastrami on, but the line spanned from the restaurant all the way down to 9th Street where it took the corner and made it half way to 1st Avenue.
Early Dinner. Late Rock.
Apparently Mondays are the new Fridays. Well, that’s what appeared to be the case yesterday. The night ran long and the drinks didn’t stop coming.
After our collective dejection in regards to the 2nd Ave line, Hawkins and I decided the best way to combat our hunger lied in the Japanese steak house just down the block. If you have yet to try Yakiniku West, find yourself a date and do yourself a favor. Luckily I had Hawkins and Hawkins had me. Make sure to score one of their meat diners. They are fantastic and the amount of food you get is absurd.
British Invasion: Day 1.
After dinner and a quick hang, I swung over to the Mercury to catch a show. Beach, Daylen and Warrior Perry were in attendance. But I really need to focus on the rock.
First on the bill was Seachange who are a six piece English band trying to break in the states. Last night was their first New York gig before they head to Austin for a big showcase with Mission to Burma and Pretty Girls Make Graves. Their full length record has yet to drop in the U.S., but Matador claims it’s coming out on April 6th. Let me tell you right now, you will love this band. I can’t thank JB enough for getting me to the club early to catch their act. But enough praise, let me focus on the band.
When they took the stage I immediately wrote them off. There were so many of them, and their style couldn’t have been picked out of a police line up with other UK/NYC bands. On top of this, they had a violin so I figured we were in for some dream pop snore sound that would put me asleep and make me concentrate more on tired legs than their performance. Little did I know they were poised to hammer us with a rock assault that is well ahead of the originality curve.
At times Seachange sounded like a mixture of all things new and most things U.K. Oasis and a little Ash easily come to mind, but they are flares of other great artists in the mix. More recent artists like Interpol, Franz Ferdinand and Trail of Dead seem to contribute to a melting pot (yeah I used that phrase) of ideas that are pulled off beautifully. The jagged dissonance that made My Bloody Valentine or Sonic Youth so popular is interlaced with somber violin solos. The violin was also used to substitute for rhythm guitars while the boys with axes revved up and ripped out some tough as fuck rock. Their lead singer had a great swagger and rough vocals that swung from indie crooning all the way to hardcore howls that would make anyone’s throat bleed. There songs could be compared to the scariest roller coaster in the world. As they took the crowd up the first hill with a towering intro, they manage to bring a major calm before erupting into a storm of rock that will be the next big thing.
If you haven’t gotten your tickets for the GBV Bowery show yet (April 24), then I suggest you do it soon. With a chance to catch Seachange before Pollard hits the stage, you should run to the box office like you are being chased by the cops.
The next band on the bill was the Irish boys of La Rocca. They didn’t come close to touching the intensity of Seachange, but at times their pop rock was endearing. The lead singer/guitarist seemed to be a bit of a puff with his dumbass hat, but they still pulled of a sound that had hints of their brethren, The Thrills. At times their songs reminded me of the poppiest side of the Libertines, but they couldn’t stack up. The show was stolen by the infectious character that was behind the keys. He looked like he was having a better time than an 8 year old on Christmas morning. They are worth tracking down, but who knows when they will return.
More Food?
Beach, Ian and I went to get a quick bite in the neighborhood after the show. Beach had a hilarious bathroom incident that will has been formally stamped with the two week rule, but ask him about it some time. It is inexplicable. Hawkins cruised in so we finished up our Margaritas and headed to Welcome to the Johnson’s to close out the evening with cheap PBR and Tequila. We ran into to Stevo and his new roommate so we partied pretty late and now, I’m paying for it.
The News Is Back. Kind Of.
In case you are wondering about Muse and the excitment surrounding the announcement of their Bowery Gig, check out Filter's profile of these boys. You can also check out their video for Time is Running Out.
A Spice Girls reunion tour is upon us. I hear shotguns loading all over the country.
Mark Spitz lets us know which rockers will kick our ass.
A fine television program is saying so long.
The Unicorns hang out with Pitchfork and continue to be weird as hell.
Today's Ipod mix includes: The Killers... I told you that already! Tred lightly with the iPod or this could be you, (thanks Builder).
It’s not as though this is big news, but I’ve come to the realization that I am indeed a poseur. How does this happen to a kid like myself? Self deprecation is a dumb concept, but when you realize that you listened to the same song all the way to work, two days in a row, it makes you feel like a school girl who just got Tiffany’s new single. Yesterday it was Perfect Day and today it was The Killer’s Mr. Brightside. That song seemed perfect for my hung over jaunt into the office. The lyrics are worn territory, but the nail is hit on the head Daniel LaRusso style.
Arbitrary Weather Notice.
Look out your window. Now I have something to talk about with the people I see in the elevator. I’m the king of bullshit and let me assure you that I shovel more than a rodeo clown. Maybe we will get an early dismissal. Damn grade school antics. When will they leave my mind?
Perpetuating A Stereotype.
Ok, it’s unfair to say everyone who waited for the 2nd Avenue Deli Roll Back Celebration was Jewish, but for a day they were. Yesterday marked the 50th anniversary of the New York City staple and to celebrate there was a special menu featuring the prices from the day it opened. Hawkins and I cruised over there after work in hopes of getting our pastrami on, but the line spanned from the restaurant all the way down to 9th Street where it took the corner and made it half way to 1st Avenue.
Early Dinner. Late Rock.
Apparently Mondays are the new Fridays. Well, that’s what appeared to be the case yesterday. The night ran long and the drinks didn’t stop coming.
After our collective dejection in regards to the 2nd Ave line, Hawkins and I decided the best way to combat our hunger lied in the Japanese steak house just down the block. If you have yet to try Yakiniku West, find yourself a date and do yourself a favor. Luckily I had Hawkins and Hawkins had me. Make sure to score one of their meat diners. They are fantastic and the amount of food you get is absurd.
British Invasion: Day 1.
After dinner and a quick hang, I swung over to the Mercury to catch a show. Beach, Daylen and Warrior Perry were in attendance. But I really need to focus on the rock.
First on the bill was Seachange who are a six piece English band trying to break in the states. Last night was their first New York gig before they head to Austin for a big showcase with Mission to Burma and Pretty Girls Make Graves. Their full length record has yet to drop in the U.S., but Matador claims it’s coming out on April 6th. Let me tell you right now, you will love this band. I can’t thank JB enough for getting me to the club early to catch their act. But enough praise, let me focus on the band.
When they took the stage I immediately wrote them off. There were so many of them, and their style couldn’t have been picked out of a police line up with other UK/NYC bands. On top of this, they had a violin so I figured we were in for some dream pop snore sound that would put me asleep and make me concentrate more on tired legs than their performance. Little did I know they were poised to hammer us with a rock assault that is well ahead of the originality curve.
At times Seachange sounded like a mixture of all things new and most things U.K. Oasis and a little Ash easily come to mind, but they are flares of other great artists in the mix. More recent artists like Interpol, Franz Ferdinand and Trail of Dead seem to contribute to a melting pot (yeah I used that phrase) of ideas that are pulled off beautifully. The jagged dissonance that made My Bloody Valentine or Sonic Youth so popular is interlaced with somber violin solos. The violin was also used to substitute for rhythm guitars while the boys with axes revved up and ripped out some tough as fuck rock. Their lead singer had a great swagger and rough vocals that swung from indie crooning all the way to hardcore howls that would make anyone’s throat bleed. There songs could be compared to the scariest roller coaster in the world. As they took the crowd up the first hill with a towering intro, they manage to bring a major calm before erupting into a storm of rock that will be the next big thing.
If you haven’t gotten your tickets for the GBV Bowery show yet (April 24), then I suggest you do it soon. With a chance to catch Seachange before Pollard hits the stage, you should run to the box office like you are being chased by the cops.
The next band on the bill was the Irish boys of La Rocca. They didn’t come close to touching the intensity of Seachange, but at times their pop rock was endearing. The lead singer/guitarist seemed to be a bit of a puff with his dumbass hat, but they still pulled of a sound that had hints of their brethren, The Thrills. At times their songs reminded me of the poppiest side of the Libertines, but they couldn’t stack up. The show was stolen by the infectious character that was behind the keys. He looked like he was having a better time than an 8 year old on Christmas morning. They are worth tracking down, but who knows when they will return.
More Food?
Beach, Ian and I went to get a quick bite in the neighborhood after the show. Beach had a hilarious bathroom incident that will has been formally stamped with the two week rule, but ask him about it some time. It is inexplicable. Hawkins cruised in so we finished up our Margaritas and headed to Welcome to the Johnson’s to close out the evening with cheap PBR and Tequila. We ran into to Stevo and his new roommate so we partied pretty late and now, I’m paying for it.
The News Is Back. Kind Of.
In case you are wondering about Muse and the excitment surrounding the announcement of their Bowery Gig, check out Filter's profile of these boys. You can also check out their video for Time is Running Out.
A Spice Girls reunion tour is upon us. I hear shotguns loading all over the country.
Mark Spitz lets us know which rockers will kick our ass.
A fine television program is saying so long.
The Unicorns hang out with Pitchfork and continue to be weird as hell.
Today's Ipod mix includes: The Killers... I told you that already! Tred lightly with the iPod or this could be you, (thanks Builder).
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