Mr. Brooklyn Vegan posted the news that Broken Social Scene plans to return to New York on January 27th and 28th. After they announced the first tour in support of their stunning self-titled follow-up to the legendary (at least in the indie world) You Forgot It In People, New Yorkers finally felt left out. Broken Social's first trip around the states did not include a stop in the Big Apple, but now there is a two night stand at Webster Hall on the horizon. Tickets are scheduled to be on sale via Ticketweb at Noon on Wednesday, November 16th.

Mr. Vegan (are you really a vegan?) also posted some hilarious photos of The National versus Clap Your Hands Say Culkin showdown on the pitch. By the looks of it The National was victorious, but when questioned about the lose Alec CYHSY claimed no one kept score except for Pitchfork.

Have you heard that Immaculate Machine single "No Future"? It sounds like it was ripped from the floor of Dogs Die In Hot Cars studio session. If you are going to emulate a band to the T, why the fuck would you choose DDIHC?

Tonight is the big Crashin' In party at Cake Shop featuring one of the latest U.K. buzz bands - Test-Icicles. Mr. Lust brought these blokes to my attention during CMJ, but I failed to follow up and Domino Records doesn't seem to acknowledge the existence of this site so I've only come across a few tracks. Since the family is coming up this weekend which makes it impossible for me to hit Northsix Saturday, I'm looking to brave the what is sure to be packed as hell basement to lay my eyes on this three-piece who garner comparisons to all the bands you like. They share the $6 bill with Shy Child and Mixel Pixel. Who's coming with me?

Jeff at Central Village points us to a new edition to ESPN's Page 2 staff - Chuck motherfucking Klosterman! Chuck, whom we've gotten to know from his novels Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, Fargo Rock City and most recently Killing Yourself to Live along with his piercing cultural commentary in Spin, is one of my favorite contemporary authors if only because I consistently find myself personally vested in the topic at hand. He is now contributing a weekly piece to ESPN which makes one indie rock sports fan quite elated. Here is the first installment. Did anyone ever see the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy where they made over Chuck's Avenue A apartment and backyard? My mom and I watched it a couple years ago... funny stuff.

If you don't know by now, Sarah and Karen are hot shit! The purveyors of decadence known in tandum as the Tarts of Pleasure took home three awards at the Paper Magazine Nightlife Awards show. The girls are New Yorks true favorites as they took home the prize for People's Choice of Best Party for their Friday night staple Stolen Transmission at Orchard Bar. Congrats ladies; well done.

Last night I got called into work at the Butch Walker and Damone show at the Bowery Ballroom. The night began a bit slow which allowed me to start my new book From the Velvets to the Voidoids: The Birth of American Punk Rock by Clinton Heylin. As you can imagine, so far the book feels like a retread of Please Kill Me, but instead of allowing the interviews to completely dictate the flow of the book, Heylin interjects with various facts between commentary by those who lived it. So basically its like a Behind the Music punk rock version with those annoying little bubbles popping up on screen to give you more information as Lou Reed tells us how he didn't mind sleeping with Nico, but he wasn't into having her play with the Velvets. It feels like a "junior" right now, but unfortunately it could get down graded to a "poor man's" if the novel doesn't make any leaps. Kelley kept me company toward the twilight minutes of my shift. She has one of those iPod video contraptions that completely blew my mind. Everyone needs one - trust me.

After the Damone set, they closed down my door so I cruised upstairs to have a drink with Shannon. While we enjoyed our vodkas courtesy of Dr. Frank, some pop-punk looking guy came up to ask me if I was the drummer in Tokyo Rose. For a quick second I contemplated running with it, but then quickly reversed my track and told him I was fucking around. Though he was a bit disappointed, he ended the conversation with, "Well, at least you are here for Butch Walker. That's all the matters." At which point Shannon and I slugged the rest of drinks and bailed. On second look it appears that there is yet another kid who looks just like me; so much for being unique.

I accompanied Shannon to get some stuffed grape leaves that had a fancy name, (Domo)? Unfortunately I couldn't stop making up my own Butch Walker songs which had to try her patience. At 10:30pm she hopped a bus and I cruised over to Fat Baby to have a drink with Jamie, Josh, June, Brad and Mike. Eventually the group lost the latter two gents so we decided to get comfy in the big leather booths and talk a bit of shop. We've got some plans coming together in the very near future and you can bet y'all will be the first to know about them.