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An Issue that Will Effect All of Us.
I just received this email from Rob who runs the Luna Lounge. He sent it to his listserve and it is really important that you take the time to read this and then send a complaint.
I am sorry to contact you in regard to something other than a calendar update, but this new NYC government proposal will very seriously effect the ability of Luna Lounge and other live music venues to stay open for your entertainment. I believe this appeared on page six of the New York Post.
Please take a moment to use this link and send Gretchen Dykstra a message in regard to this issue.
On behalf of the bands and all the musicians and Luna Lounge, we thank you very much.
Please take action on this, as it will surely hurt our nightlife and ruin the NYC scene if we don't.
Hey ho, Let's Go!
Friendster posts, emails and now this. We are getting set to hit the road in a couple of hours. We will be heading to Lancaster, PA to catch an early show by My Morning Jacket. We are meeting at 186 around 1pm, and as of right now, we have 2 spots open for any rockers who want to have a killer time. We plan to be back by 5pm on Saturday afternoon. There are spots in the car and we have extra tics due to some illness and other circumstances.
Give me a call at 917.622.XXXX if you want to get in on this.
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.
Another Thursday Option.
Tonight, Adam Ghory's band will be playing a set in NYC. Try to get there and see this power pop trio who are making a scene in Boston. Here are the specs:
Thurs. Jan. 29th
Adam Ghory Band
Acme Underground ( 9 Great Jones, NYC)
w/ The Number Theory - 21+ - 9:30pm
I'm Warming Up to Tequila.
Another packed house for the O.C. last night. Luckily it was a repeat because I don't remember much of the episode. The problem began when Mike showed up at 7pm and we started with some Silver Bullet. A quick tequila shot later, and Sivan was in the kitchen. Everyone began to trickle in and by American Idol time, we had a full house.
Sivan and Mike were kind enough to provide the rest of us with some strong margaritas. I know they were strong because I was shitcanned by 9:30pm. Good looks to everyone who came out last night and made the magic happen. There is some leftover tequila, so maybe we should do it again tonight. Or not.
Tonight, Tomorrow, and the Like.
It's gonna be a busy as hell weekend, but in the commanding words of John Kerry, Bring it On! The next few days will be filled with rock and booze, and this guy couldn't be more excited. Here is what's on tap:
Thursday: Killers & The Stills @ Bowery (Or you may elect for the Liars and Panthers at NYU)
Friday: Hit the road to see My Morning Jacket @ Chameleon (in Lancaster, PA)
Saturday: If I haven't been detained, The Stills @ Bowery
Sunday: Super Bowl (aka: PBR and Wings day)
I Fucking Hate Rock Journalism.
The Los Angeles area is petitioning to have a piece of Echo Park renamed in honor of Elliot Smith. Now you can goto the park, reflect on a wonderful singer songwriter and get tacos at the Rodeo Mexican Grill.
Filter covers the upcoming Strokes tour. Why would they call the record Is This It Version 1.33. Those fucking idiots should check themselves. While they are creaming over garbage like Shore, they have the nerve to put down a solid follow from a band that has perfected the sound they produced on their debut. Does every record have to be a complete change? What were you expecting... Pinkerton? You ass clowns would have put that down anyway.
More Bullshit Journalism. Pitchfork covers the Sleepy Jackson tour, but not without wasting our time. Is that second paragraph really needed? Why is Brian Howe using a news section to prance around his "writing career"? Can we put these people in a barn and burn it to the ground... Ok, that was harsh. Maybe we should just line them up and Culkin them repeatedly. Keep your subjective opinions in your own asshole. No one wants to see your shit.
Wilco loses an valuable piece of their formula.
James Brown gets arrested on assault charges. If anything, open up this link to see his picture at the Sheriffs office. And yes, he is 37 years older than his wife. Fucking Pimp.
Junkmedia has a brief sit down with Chicago based label Touch & Go. No real information is given, and its not funny. What's my problem today?
A Chicago Judge will not let child molesters unite at the Grammy's. Its a shame, I heard the youngest Hanson brother would be there, and you know he has to be a fan of man meat.
In one fail swoop, Billboard lets us know that the Cochella line-up continues to grow, Little Richard will be at SXSW, and Fugazi has yet to break up.
Prefix has a feature on why our society may be so fucked up. But you know what, they took the pretension off of it and had a little fun. Viva el Jackass! A cultural revolution may be in order, but really, who cares. Its controlled by republicans (who hate Bono) anyway.
Rolling Stone relives Beatle Mania. Aren't they interested in the new American Idol. Sometimes I don't know who picks these cover stories. Ok, sarcasm may be moot at this point.
Spin gives us a teaser on the Cooper Temple Clause. No real info here either.
Fuck this, I'm done. I need to go yell at someone.
O.C. PotLuck Update.
As you may know tonight's O.C. festivities will be a bit different from the previous PotLucks. Tonight we are ordering in some cheap Mexican food and Sivan is making Margaritas. Here are the specs for those of you who are coming:
Sivan: Triple Sec
Megan: Roses Lime Juice, Kosher Salt, and OJ
Phoebe & Kate: Limes, Ice & some Tequila
Mike, Amy, Karen, Jay: Tequila (Let's sort out who will pick it up. I can, but it might be more expensive in my neighborhood.)
If you plan on coming drop me an email... and if you aren't on this list bring some booze. Six packs are fine, but tonight to keep with the feel, Presidente is the beer of choice.
An Interesting Point.
While browsing through the fellow blog sites, I ran across this post by Coolfer. It raises an interesting question in the age of digital music.
Coolfer is always on point in terms of keeping us informed with the Business side of the Industry. Check it out and get in the know.
Baseball and Gay Porn.
It is what it is. Maybe this dude should get traded to the Mets so Piazza has someone to shower with, (thanks to Builder for the Link and sorry about the Mets rib).
A Link for Paul.
This link reminds me of my friend Paul who moved back home to Wisconsin to work at his father's fudge factory, (Thanks to Noah for the linkage).
Never Test Her Will.
It's seems all to often that I need to ask forgiveness. Double that if we are talking about women only. Today I an obvious apology is in order for Mother Nature. After doubting her conviction yesterday she dumped about 7" of snow on the city and made my morning commute across town a bit undesirable. So I'm sorry. Are you happy now?
Good Things Can Happen in the Snow.
Dying of boredom yesterday, I had resigned to crashing out early. I cooked myself some dinner, read the Times and watched the New Hampshire Primary results. 10pm was approaching when I got a call from Sivan. Finally, contact with the outside. I talked her into cruising over to Sin-e with me to catch Dennis Cahlo's set.
The 3 block trek took longer than usual because there was already a few inches of the white stuff on the ground. We met outside the club. Once we were in there we waited for Joanaspolicewoman to play, but her changeover took way to long so we headed back out into the cold for a brief snowball fight. The victory was mine, but Sivan still got some good shots in. It was fun, but my gloveless hands were about to fall off so we scooted back in to warm up with a PBR.
We ran into Jen from Flavorpill who managed to be my list liaison for the evening. She lined it up early with Dennis, so I wouldn't have any trouble. Joan was 3 songs into her set. I really didn't listen to her band because Jen, her friends and I were chatting each other up. Jen almost kicked this dudes ass. It was amazing. He told her to be quiet and she told him to fuck off. Then an argument ensued. It was hilarious. Jen, an always overly affectionate x-hippie, was giving this guy all she had until he eventually responded to her taunts by leaving the club. She is a new hero of mine.
So Sivan and I found a corner at the bar and settled in for another fantastic set by Dennis. His songs are extremely warm and reflective. As I've said before the kid has a nack for live performance. His charisma and sharp looks make for an eye-catching show that is put over the top by his ability to command attention, (unless you are one of the assholes in the back talking way to loud). I finally got to see his cover of Interpol's NYC which did the song great justice. For his final tune, he hit the keys and lulled us with a cover of a cover of a cover.
Following the Realistics front man was Aurelio Valle of Calla. I managed to catch the first couple of songs which left me impressed, but not able to form a decent opinion. Sivan introduced me to Kristen Mueller of the Caulfield Sisters and the Hidden Driveways. We talked about all things New Jersey, O.C. and B-side. She is a drummer for her bands but earlier this evening she flexed her singer songwriter muscles.
We took off near the end of Valle's set and called it an evening. I went to bed late in hopes of a University Snow Day. No such luck.
All This News is Shite.
This is great. Johnny Rotten is humping the dream. Check out the pictures. I need to see this show.
Mick Collins and the Dirtbombs get more solid coverage in the new Voice.
Like I've said before, the Darkness are hitting the states, but are skipping New York. I'm trying to do something about this.
In more tour news, the Sounds get ready to do a major U.S. tour with Kill Hanna and IMA Robot.
Ryan Adams recounts his plunge. This made me a bit sick.
I didn't see this coming. Pitchfork gives Phantom Planet's new reocrd a decent review. I've gotta get a damn copy.
The new Elmore Leonard book turned to film is reviewed by the A.V. Club. It sounds as though The Big Bounce is poised for a big flop.
Clem Snide puts out a record with some covers that my prompt me to buy it.
Blah Blah Blah. Nothing new is good anymore. Air puts out a record, but you know I don't listen to it. I might die my hair black and pick-up the Get Up Kids new record.
The Times takes a minute with the Flatlanders who are playing a gig tonight at the Bowery. These boys aim to please with their style of country while playing the hits both old and new, (if you look at the picture, yes, thats Smokey from The Big Lebowski).
A new review of an old show. Spin tackles the first night of the Strokes MSG stand in October. Are they fishing for content? I have a review of the Siren Festival they might want consider.
Nothing to interesting, but I'll try to step it up later.
Did No Get an Agenda.
Tonight's menu you has a variety of options and specials. All of which I'm torn between. Maybe Tuesday would be a good night off, but in the single rock world, there are no off nights. Here is a list of tonights options, let me know if you are hitting any of these events or what to get down:
1. Dennis Cahlo (of the Realistics) @ Sin-e (See my Pill write-up for this event here)
2. Say Hi to Your Mom @ Mercury (Singer Songwriter comes recommended by Mr. Huevos)
3. Fader Magazine Party
4. See Peter Pan
5. Snow Ball Fight in Thompkins Square Park
O.C. PotLuck Update
Don't fret ladies and gents, even though the O.C. is a repeat (the ferris wheel episode) we are still getting together, but with a little twist. Tomorrow we will be ordering in cheap mexican food. The twist is that we will be making frozen margaritas. So let me know if you are coming and we will figure out how to divide the costs... or I can pick everyting up and you can throw down once you get to 186.
New Music Feud!
The O.C. Weekly sits down with Mick Collins of Detroit's rock'n roll outfit, the Dirtbombs, and talks about his long lost techno record and his distaste of Eminem. Mick lets us all know that Em is not the real deal. Thanks for setting the record straight.
Where is the Snow?
All this talk about getting hammered by the white stuff is becoming a pain in the ass. Everyone in the office feels compelled to mention it, including myself, and yet it hasn't even started. At least it isn't as cold today as it has been. I could give a shit about what the weather does, as long as it doesn't prevent a certain caravan from gallivanting down to Lancaster.
Busy Monday Evening.
Following some late afternoon meetings I skipped down to 186 to meet with Louis who showed up in his work digs. Seeing Lou in a shirt in tie nearly had me in stitches. He reminded me of Jack Lemmon's character C.C. Baxter from Billy Wilder's classic The Apartment. As of now, I'm fairly certain that Lou doesn't rent out his apartment to the management for their love affairs, but, like I said, he just started. Give the kid some time.
Hawkins (aka: my new supervisor, its true) and Mike showed up to play some spades while the afternoon slowly drifted into the evening. If you ever get the chance to play spades with Lou, do it. Its a fucking riot. That kid is a top notch champ.
Around 8:30 I popped into the Mercury to see what The Occasion were all about. At first glance it looked as though someone put a beard on Noah and placed him as the lead. Their bass player is also a spitting image of Brett who plays bass for the Head Set. From what I can remember, they were worth a damn. Fairly jangly pop with a real Creedence edge to it. They were also prone to the "Occasional" freak out, (I don't know if that was supposed to be a joke, and if it was, it was bad. I'm sorry, amatuers shouldn't have the rights to use computers). All and all a solid band with some serious promise, just make sure you don't stick around for some grand finale because their set just ends with a lot of noise as each insturment blends into a mess of feedback and vocal effects.
Between sets Beach, Daylen, Colin and I headed to the bar for a quick warm up. We ran into Pheobe who was quite excited to see Vietnam. She has developed quite the musical crush on these three boys who (as far as I know) have yet to press anything or throw up a web site. Despite the lack of information on this band (minus the crooning Vice has been doing) Pheobe, along with the steadily filling back room, was excited to check out their chops. I caught the eye of Megan as she passed by the bar and exchanged a quick hello before heading into the front room with a vodka tonic and high expectations in tow.
The Vietnam were impressive. Extremely groovy psych rock that takes a page from early folk acts minus all the hippie bullshit baggage that may come along with it. They write clever songs that keep your feet tapping. Aesthetically they have been ripped from the pages of the aforementioned publication, but thats Ok because they back it with rhythms coupled with strategically placed Sonic Youth mash up. Their songs take you on an aural roller coaster ride with patient building and big payoffs.
More drinks, more conversation, more good people. All three were had before the irreverent dissorder that characterizes the Brain Jonestown Massacre took the stage. They missed their sound check so the change over took quite a bit of time. No worries though, I was enamored with the conversation Pheobe and I had regarding the possibility of working together. She also informed this first time BJM viewer, that these guys have been in the business for well over a decade. They are an extremely animated band who loves the stage banter. The one thing I really didn't get was the lead singers persistant fake British accent and his unwillingness to face the crowd. The music was solid, but not to memorable. Beach and I made several runs to the bar so things got progressively blurry. We ended the evening with a shot for a birthday girl whose name escapes me now, but she is having a Thursday party at HiFi. So happy birthday you.
A well rounded Monday will hopefully set the tone for the rest of the week which will be capped with the MMJ show on Friday. Bolt down the furniture Lancaster, the NYC crew is gonna fuck you up.
But I don't want to do the News.
Richard Hell donates some work to NYU. Hopefully it isn't more sketches of his own penis. Punk Rock academics... is that me? Gawd I hope so.
NME announces the nominations for this years award show. The White Stripes and Radiohead seem to be cleaning up in the nomie department.
The Strokes are planning a North American invasion this Spring. I hope they do a fortnight stand at the Bowery.
More evidence that the Brits are better rockers than us. I've gotta move. No question.
Runner and the Thermodynamics get the Artist Spotlight at CMJ. These guys are gonna get huge, so catch them while you can still see them in the L.E.S.
The Notwist's new (or recycled) Ep doesn't get top marks from our friends at Pitchfork.
White Stripes get prepared to drop another single from their last record. This one will be vinyl only. This is a trend that I can't keep up with. I don't have a record player, and yet I bought the LCD Soundsystem 12" last night.
Justin Hawkins talks about having his balls on another dudes shoulders. Class act.
Executives beware! No one is safe.
Everyone have a great day.
Book um Danno.
After a quick brunch at Sidewalk this past Saturday, I was trying to convince Dan, Noah and Christie to shoot over to Union Square so we could catch the tail end of the Idiotarod. No one wanted to brave the cold, including myself, so we opted for a session of spades at the apt. I mention all this only because of the crazy incident that surrounded the beginning of the race. Explosives and Subway maps are enough to make people nervous.
Weekend's are for Brunch.
A weekend devoid of shows. It doesn't happen much, but this weekend I took a break from the clubs and caught up with a lot of friends.
My first stop was Welcome to the Johnson's where I had a quick beer with Liz and Melissa before heading home to continue the pregame with some of the Bahamas. We eventually made it to HiFi to celebrate Ms. Leah Holzer's birthday. Everyone was in high spirits despite the less than optimal conditions. The joint was packed to the gills with thristy hipsters looking for carbonated libations and lowered inhibitions. Both were delivered on point. It got too late for me, but the rest of the warriors kept rocking till Dan passed out and got penises drawn on his face.
Note to Self: Never attempt to buy curtains without a lady friend there to help you. You will be wasting your time. Inept? Maybe. Thanks to Cami for trying to lend a hand via the mobile.
After Saturday's brunch we cruised down to 186 and had a listen to the rough mix of the Sam Champion record. Trust me, you are gonna like this disc. Noah has written some great sing-a-longs and catchy tunes that stick to you more than motzah. They are heading back into the studio this week to finish the mix. I can't wait to hear the finished product. Get ready for a 10 song jem that could only lead to bigger and better things. This kids future is so bright he wears sunglasses at night.
Following the two listens of the record, we settled down for a viewing of The Pirates of the Carribbean. I didn't know what to expect, but I heard good things. It was outstanding. So entertaining, but maybe that's because I'm married to the sea. I'm now thinking of heading to ECU for a graduate degree just so I can become a part of this.
All of a sudden it was 1am and I was in my kitchen with a bunch of ladies. That wasn't a problem, but I figured we should get out and go dancing. We headed to Rififi which was deader than the scurvvy turds on the Black Pearl so kicked it over to Lit. The Blue Sparks had played a bit earlier, but I was trying to keep my no show policy in tact so the late arrival didn't bother anyone. The place was packed, but we made out way to the back where we carved out a dance space. It was a heck of a good time.
Sunday was a nice slow day. After a cup of coffee at Cami's place with her and Leah, I headed downtown to catch brunch with Beach and Noah. We headed back to Beach's pad and gave the new Walkmen record, Bows and Arrows, a listen. None of the tracks really jumped out at me, but I plan to give it some more time this evening.
The evening ended with a quick set at the Continental by Kevin Smith's new band and some wings at East 4th. Noah and Kristen came over to catch a new episode of Arrested Development. If you haven't seen that show yet, pencil it in for the next weekend that doesn't have a Super Bowl being played. While we are on the topic of Fox, tonight they are airring the "Lost Episode" of The Simple Life. Is that porn I smell?
Viva el Huevos Beacheros!
It ain't over till it's over. And now it really is. R.I.P. Bottom Line. I can't wait to see how NYU replaces the Village legend with some gaudy po-mo building that is uglier than sin.
Congratulations to the Office for getting their well deserved award. This show is a riot, and if you haven't seen it yet, buy a dutchie and come on over to 186.
I was reading the new NME yesterday and saw the complete line-up for the Awards week. It is phenominal. And this opening show is just the beginning. Lucky Brits.
Senior Editor and Author of my current read, Mark Spitz, sits down with the Fab Four (Paul Interpol, Brody Distillers, Justin Darkness, and Who Gives a Damn Thursday) for a discussion about being the next big things.
The Flaming Groovies get reissued. I've gotta get to the record shop and pick up these solid gold records. I know Karl will be happy.
The Bush Administration has a cleft asshole. What the hell is so offensive about the Darkness record?
Does anyone have downloading capabilities? If so, please burn me this cover song and I will be happy to make out with you. (Either sex. For this track I won't discriminate.)
Spin explains why American's aren't very fun.
This is a must post article from Filter Mag. You've seen it before, here is the Mod Lang import list. This weeks list isn't to impressive, but Franz is on there.
Finally, Jason Von Bondie sits down with the Guardian in a great story that tries to explain what happened when Jack White threw him a beat down. Jack sounds like a troubled man, but hey, you would be too if all you could wear was red and white.
Thats it for now. And I don't say it much, but Thanks for reading!
Good Night Sweet Prince.
More death for all of those craving it. Today we say goodbye to the legend Bob Keeshan who was better known as Captain Kangaroo. Rest in peace my man, you made me laugh, (Thanks to Builder for the link).
Drunk Elephants.
Making lite of human loss isn't very cool, but check out this drunk elephant story from the BBC. These animals love the hooch, but it looks like it got the best of them. (Thanks to Henry for the link).
One Reader's Opinon.
Here is an excerpt from and email Mr. Sweet sent in reference to my comments regarding Ryan Adams' accident:
I did take a little offense at something you put on the blog today. I know I am going to catch all kinds of shit for this, but fuck it. Is it really necessary to dog on Ryan Adams? I know he's an easy target and even easier to hate, but is it truly warranted? First, you have to ask yourself if its even right to poke fun at someone who broke themselves during a performance. Now Jay, aren't we a little more mature than to make fun of someone who injured themselves while trying to entertain others? I would like to think so my friend, I would sure like to think so. And this where I am sure that I'm placing myself in the midst of a huge shit storm, but fuck it. Got to go with my convictions though. Some or a lot of his music isn't bad. In fact some of it is killer. I know, I know Gold really wasn't really gold at all, but more like a big brick of shit. Really foul and just bad shit. And I'll admit to judging a book by its cover, because just from the album cover, I sensed that lloRdnakocR was going to do absolutley no worthwhile rocking or rolling. And even more, who wants Ryan Adams to rock and roll? Its not his style. But, his two real releases this year were pretty fucking awesome. If you have mp3 abilities, I really would recommend downloading Politcal Scientist and Shadowlands. Its him forgetting that he is friends with The Strokes and getting back to country and blues. And, I know it sounds extremely shitty and stupid, but his cover of Wonderwall is actually great. What's happening here? First Elliot Smith and now Ryan Adams, it seems that Oasis' songs are in much better hands then English "glue sniffing cat burglars." (Actual quote from VH1's Oasis behind the music). And then there's Heartbreaker. I won't get into it because I know it will just lead to ridicule on your behalf or something, but its great. A certain other great person seems to agree.
After reading this I've changed my position on Ryan Adams. I'm sorry he broke his wrist. I wish he would have broken both of them.
Anyone Up for This?
While perusing this weeks edition of Flavorpill, I came across this jem of an event. Is anyone down with getting up at 11am tomorrow, drinking a bottle of Jager and heading down to the race? I definitely want to see this Idiotarod. Drunk people are funnier than normal people... its a proven fact.
The Darkness Skip NYC.
I just saw Atlantic's itinerary for March and April. They are doing a U.S. tour playing venues around the 1000 person capacity range, but what I failed to see was a show in NYC. They are going everywhere, and they are skipping us. Does anyone else smell secret show? (Thanks to DD for the info)
I am the New Scottish Gentry...
I can't get over Franz Ferdinand. If you know me, I've been preaching about them since I got my hands on the Darts of Pleasure Ep. They won't stop playing in my head, and if I were you, I'd go get their new single, Take Me Out, cause it fucking rawks. Here is a Franz profile done by the Independent.
Anyway, last night I strolled into B-side to talk a little shop with Hawkins. To my surprise, Will was sitting at the bar with Mr. Pham, and I was greeted by an extremely excited Deva, (Will's dog). Will has been across the pond spreading the love in the U.K. and now he's back, ready to continue doing the same stateside. Sivan kept the V & T's coming while I tried out their new table-top Donkey Kong video game. We hit the pool table for a bit before Karen came in and then we talked web site for her and Sivan's band Demander. Get ready boys and girls, this band may be exactly what you are looking for.
If my articulation seems minimal this morning, its due to the massive hangover that has caught up with me. I was supposed to meet Beach and Jersey Dan down at the Mercury, but Hawkins and I headed to Sam Champion's (aka The West) studio sessions. Brian (from Guster) was in there getting his producing on while Dan Myers was busy laying down some piano tracks. The few songs I got to hear really surprised me. They are taking their time on this record and really bringing some aural pleasures to the forefront. Noah attempted to lay down some harmonica traps, but once he heard that they have a "ringer" on the harm, he back pocketed the insturment and replaced it with a Budweiser.
Hawkins and I got out of the studio and shagged some ass downtown in hopes of catching a bit of the Prosaics set at Sin-e. No such luck, but the room was packed to the gills. We arrived 2 songs into Sea Ray's set. This six-piece was very impressive. The rhythm section was right on and coupling that with some serious cello action made for something different yet beautiful. I finally see why Beach and Daylen really dig on these Brooklyn cats. I'll definitely be following their progress and pick-up one of their records.
This is a conversation I had with Hawkins regarding last night:
BarthelemyHP: my whitie tities had skid marks in them from last nite
jayGTC: what... did you poo yourself?
BarthelemyHP: from the Teen Wolf wipe outside Sin-e
jayGTC: you went down?
BarthelemyHP: wipe out
BarthelemyHP: yea, i did go down....cause of u
jayGTC: in the bathroom?
BarthelemyHP: no...outside of Sin-e there u forced me to wipe out on the ice
jayGTC: oh, yeah, sorry about that.
The End.
Watch Out Lancaster, Here We Come.
Right now all I can think about is next weekend. It may be selfish, but I could give a shit. This next week had better go quickly. Next Friday we are caravaning down to Lancaster, PA to see My Morning Jacket at the Chameleon Club. Then we are planning to bring the NYC lifestyle to some random PA bar for one night only. Then its off to our luxury sweet at the Ramada. This will be amazing. There may be a spot or two left in one of the cars so let me know if you have any interest in skipping town for a night.
Lot's of Plans.
Tonight is gonna be hectic. Two birthday parties, one studio visit and a boy who wants to dance. I'm hopping this all works out. This could get messy.
Country Decay.
This is a repost in case you missed it yesterday:
Apparantly someone at Sub Pop has the same views on PitchFork as myself and many of my pals. This is outstanding. And yes Builder, my hipster ass does read it everyday. (Thanks to Beach for the Link)
This one is for Liz, since I know she love's Vice's writing, (scarcasm doesn't come across well in the written form). They printed their Guide to Shit. Who knew corn was that tough?
Read this review of the latest Coral record. I was going to buy it, but this guy has convinced me otherwise. Does anyone want to start a baby duck bricker club? This is hilarious.
Cypress Hill is doing a hip-hop ode to the Clash. Amazing. WTF? Tim Armstong is playing on this? I smell a new favorite single.
Ryan falls down and gets a boo-boo. At least he won't be making anymore shite music for the time being.
Ted Leo talks spring time studio work following a tour in support of his DVD release. This guy is gold.
Pitchfork is good for something. I didn't know that DFA did a remix of Junior Seniors' Shake Your Coconuts. I've gotta hear this.
Shit, its 10:30am. Time for work.
Tonight's Action.
It's almost time to go, so give me a shout if you want to get involved in any of the following evening activities:
1. Happy Hour at B-side
2. TRB and Hopewell at Mercury
3. Prosaics and Sea Ray at Sin-e
Or give me reason to say fuck all and explore a new option.
This is Amazing.
Apparantly someone at Sub Pop has the same views on PitchFork as myself and many of my pals. This is outstanding. (Thanks to Beach for the Link)
Brooklyn Nets.
In case you didn't know there are plans in the works to move the New Jersey Nets out of our nations armpit and into Brooklyn. Is Jay-Z still involved? Gawd I hope so. (Thanks to Builder for the Link)
Girls Who Like Boys...
Another excellent Wednesday evening is now in the books. Yesterday treated me quite well. After a long day in the office, I headed home to finish up The Royal Tenenbaums which was started the previous evening in hopes of getting myself psyched up for the completion of Wes Anderson's follow-up.
Sivan came through around 7pm to begin her potato pancakes. While she ripped into those, I threw together the guac. Then we shared my kitchen appliance with her on stove and me in the oven, (not literally, dickhead). Soon D, Kyle, Megan, Hawkins and Karen showed up with their various lamentations (i.e. booze, cannoli's, and an appy). It was another top notch meal followed by, what I would call, a set up episode of the O.C. It left us feeling strange inside due to all the turmoil between the couples. Their writers are trying to shake things up, but I don't believe either of the big couples will split up, and if the do, well, Seth would be an idiot. Ryan looks like he is golden because the previews show Oliver holding a gun to Little Coop.
We sat around and finished the wine while discussing unemployment rates and other topics that most of us didn't really understand. I passed out on the couch around 11:30pm after trying to fight my beer + vino intoxication to no avail. Thanks go to all those who came through last night. Karen wants to keep it going next week since she hasn't seen most of the episodes, so lets get some ideas cooking.
Parties Parties Parties.
This Friday we have a bit of a mash up. Right now, two of my very good friends have parties scheduled on the same evening. Jordan's brother Mike just sent me an evite to Jordan's 22nd while as many of you may already know, I sent an email regarding Leah's birthday digs at HiFi. It looks like Friday will be for party hopping. All I need to know is... Who's coming with me?
Off the Wire.
Just so you know, These Bones have finished up in the studio with Tim O'Heir (did the Stellastarr* and All American Rejects records) while Sam Champion is currently working on a record with Dan Myers (enginered Adam Green's recent solo record). We should all be getting excited for their February 12th show at Luna.
Univeral Music has gotten the rights to some unreleased Marley tracks. Hopefully they won't get glossed over in the studio before they reach our hands.
The International Federation of the Phonographic Industry believes that they are effectively campaigning against illegal downloads. I hope they understand that this will be like the drug war which has no end. Buckle down IFPI, you've got a long road ahead.
Web Geeks unite in an effort to stop that horrible cunt also known as our president. (Thanks to Liz for the link.)
Why do all the alive Beatles continue to suck. Give it up Ringo, you fucking commodity.
Speaking of assbag Brits, John Rotten isn't so Rotten anymore. He is participating in I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out of Here. I guess he is just looking for a cheap holiday on other peoples misery. Fuck Him.
Is anyone going to Sea Ray's gig at Sin-e tonight with the Prosaics? Junkmedia gives us a reason why you should.
The Walkmen prepare for the release of their second full-lenth by booking a tour that has no hometown dates on it as of now.
As if there was any question. The Shins receive band of the week honors.
It's an older article, but Time Out New York gives us the skimmy on the best of the best in the realm of DVD extras. They hit the nail on the head with the Tap DVD.
LA tries to take a piece of NYC/BKLYN with them. It's our train. It's their train. Its the L-Train.
Enjoy folks, and keep the hits coming.
Tuesday's Gymnastics.
So work has been busy. Life has been busier. So last night I crapped out. It was a stay close to home and watch a film kind of evening. ¿Tú que harías por amor? (Just Run) was the final film in my 3 pack that was rented from Blockbuster. It wasn't very entertaining, but the lead, Fele Martinez, looked like the Spanish version of Dennis Callo of the Realistics. It was a bit uncanny, and thus I had to continue watching. Dennis, go check that movie out to make sure you don't have a long lost brother.
Another somewhat strange thing happened last night. I was preping for the O.C. PotLuck (my burgers will taste like Jesus, but not in a sacrilegious way), when a soft knock came from the door. It was a Korean woman named Shumi. She was visiting her sister who is my next door neighbor. She had gotten locked out while smoking in the stairwell, and now she had no where to go. I invited her in and we eventually got ahold of her father in Korean so she could get the number of her sisters roomate. Her sister, Inko, and her roomate Gene, showed up, but they didn't have a key so the four of us hung out and got to know each other. It was nice to meet some neighbors who were really sweet. They even came back to give us a bunch of Udon noodles for being so kind. It was my feel good moment of the day.
FREE Pizza, Today!
A little Asian boy whom you know as Hawkins asked me to pass this info along:
WENDSDAY JANUARY 21, 2004
BLECKER STREET PIZZA- 69 BLEECKER STREET @7TH AVE.
A Thousand free slices of pizza for opening day of Bleekcker Street Pizza. Move over John's Pizza and Joe's Pizza - there is a new slice on Bleecker Street, promising to give the West Village the best slice in NYC.
And you can be their guest for free On Wednesday January 21, 2004 for the grand opening of Blecker Street Pizza at (69 Blecker Street 212-924-4466). Owner and pizza connoisseur Kenny will be introducing the West Village to his Grandmother Nonna Maria's authentic Tuscan Style thin crust pizza by giving away a 1,000 free slices on opening day from noon to closing. Don't miss the opportunity to sample the best new pizza in the city for free.
The only thing better than pizza is free pizza, (or making out).
O.C. PotLuck Update.
Hey Hey Kids... Tonight is the second installment of the O.C. PotLuck dinner, and its gonna be a good one. I picked up all my materials at Key Foods last night. I want to take a second to mention that Key Foods is like a hipster heaven. And though I don't use the term lightly, but that store houses a unique mix of L.E.S. families and kids who just might be too cool for skool. I'd like to take an exit pool on how each feels about the other. Its kind of like a hipster Disney World without Space Mountain, or Mickey, or anything resembling Disney. I'm retarded.
Ok, so no one really got back to me, except Karen and even she had a Dj gig last night. What's your excuse? Here goes muffins:
Sivan: Potato Pancakes
Jay: Burgers w/ sauteed onions & swiss (I got some garden burgers for Builder)
Karen: Booze, Chips & Guac
Mike: (needs a pinch, he got sent to PR to hang with Chi Chi) (Hawkins will pinch hit and bring Cannoli's)
Josh: (might be in the studio)
Noah: (ditto on the studio)
Will: (is he still going to be in Prague?)
Lance: ???
Builder: ???
Amy: (Megan will pinch hit and bring the Vino)
So get off your asses and email, or its gonna be me and the girls which I can handle, but I want to share the love.
Wednesday's Big News.
MMJ lose two members of their band. Their web site has an official letter posted. Don't fret kids, we will still get to see them live in Lancaster. Have I mentioned that we are going to Lancaster on the 30th to see this band. There are still some spots left in the car so get them while they are hot.
My favorite band has some goodies coming out. And they are getting set to hit the studio with Rick Rubin. Be still my heart.
TV On the Radio get set to shoot down the East Coast and then visit the MidWest. If you are in any of these cities check these guys out, you won't be dissappointed.
Phantom Planet sits down with CMJ to discuss the development of their new sound and their new video for Big Brat.
The Shins take over the top spot in charts. Good for them, these guys will be huge.
Back to work for me.
A Bunch of Talk. With a Sprinkle of Rock.
You guys fucking rock. There isn't much more I can say. This past Sunday I was on the tables at Sivan's bar, B-side, and so many people showed up for support and good times. The bar was happy, I was happy and from what I hear you all were happy. It was so great to see everyone of you, and I'm sorry if perhaps we didn't get to chat much, but next time, just come to the front, let me know what you want to hear and fill my ear with something other than Queen.
Again, thanks to all of you who came out. The next Good Times party is in the mix. Clear your calendars for the long weekend in February dedicated to the good ole boys who used to run our country. Word on the street is that more free drinks may become available. Don't hold me to it, but remember to hold that day in your planner, (do people that aren't Hawkins, really own those things?).
Second Installment of the O.C. PotLuck.
Holy Shit its almost Wednesday. With the long weekend and lack of internet on Norfolk street, I've fallen behind in the planning process. Rest assured the party will still be happening. Same time, same place. What we were thinking was more of a cookout style dinner. We are hoping this will include Margaritas, but we need some kids to step to the plate and make it happen. Here is the roster and their dishes, keep in mind there will be a lot of pinch hits this week so email ASAP with your request and come see what the kids are talking about. Oh and a new drinking rule that I will explain on your arrival. Here goes:
Sivan: Potato Pancakes
Jay: Burgers w/ sauteed onions & swiss
Karen: ???
Mike: (needs a pinch, he got sent to PR to hang with Chi Chi)
Josh: (might be in the studio)
Noah: (ditto on the studio)
Will: (is he still going to be in Prague?)
Lance: ???
Builder: ???
Amy: ???
So thats the jist. Other food ideas would include Guac & Chips, Veggie plate, Desert or anything delicious. Again, if you want in, email me as soon as you can so we can work everything out.
Did I forget the Weekend?
Ok, so I checked the blog the other day and realized that we went dancing with the Shins. How fucking cool is that. Good looks to DTL for making that whole thing happen. The show was amazing, and the night turned out to be top notch.
On Saturday I went to check out the VitAmen at Mercury and then saw Dennis Callo (of the Realistics) play a set at the Living Room. He has a strong voice and his own stuff is very mello, but needless to say, its well done. Check him out at Sin-e in the coming weeks (I'll be covering it for Flavorpill). Then I tried to wuss out by passing out, but Dan talked me into heading to a party with him, Beach and Daylen. We took a cab out to Liz and Justin's pad in the Burg where we were met by a bunch of really awesome kids. I really didn't know to many kats at this party, but it was great to see Abe and Mike from Kevin's other band. It was also nice to get in the mix with some new chaps.
Sunday was hectic. Prior to the gig I headed over to the Beach's to watch the first playoff game. It wasn't to exciting until the end, but Payton couldn't deliver. I had to jet before the Birds game because Sivan and I were meeting for dinner before heading to B-side. We caught some killer grub at the General Store and then headed to the bar for the party which was (again with the praise) made outstanding because of all you showed up. Thanks to the NYC crew, the Cali Kids, Co-workers and all the friends (old and new) who made it rock!
That set me up for a slow Monday that was spent lying in bed catching up on some new releases from Blockbuster.
But I Don't Want To Read The News.
Senator Kerry takes Iowa for Oveis. Edwards comes in a surprisingly strong second while Dean takes the bronze. Gephardt decides to call it quits after his numbers didn't satisfy.
The Cure are headlining Cochella. Did we know this already? If so... kiss my ass.
The Notwist decides to finally drop a little Ep on all of us. Domino will be putting this much anticipated record out.
For those of you who wondered whether or not the ass kicking Jack gave to Jason Von Bondie would affect his performance... Here is your answer.
Fuck Fuck Fuck. More festival details are announced spurring more profanities to spill forth from my mouth. Goddamn. Will someone at a Label, in a Band, at a Magazine or in the general Business give me a shot?
Win Beck's lucky charm. It would be funny to send the rabbit from Donnie Darko in it's place.
What is Coke doing? This will spawn a bevvie of mistaken headlines. Fucking Coke heads.
So I've got to get back to work. If I'm missing something big, let me know.
You Know The Score.
If you are reading this, then you better be sure to make yourself available this evening. I'll be spinning a set at Bside and I'd dig seeing everyone. It's gonna be one hell of a good time.
Bside is on Ave B btwn 12/13. There will be drink specials, tons of rock and one Dj available for Make out sessions.
Love fucking Fest
All of a sudden its 4am and I'm over at the Beachs. What a fucking great evening. The Shins were solid and then we headed to some dance party where they showed up and we all got down. I'm pretty sure I made an ass of myself, and dammit I'm proud.
P.S. I have a copy of the Grey Album and I will be playin it at B-side. Wait till you hear this shit.
How does Hawk get so Drunk?
Fuck Mother Nature and her never ending string of cold days. We won't let that PMS'n bitch hold us down and prevent the resilient New Yawkers from seeing rock shows. She can kiss it.
After this retirement party thrown in my office, I headed home to catch up with Stevo who is jet setting back to Chitown for the next 10 or so days. We headed to Bside to see Sivan who was keeping the ice cubes cold for us. Some of her friends from High School have recently transplanted to the NYC so we met Evan and Katie who are a couple of cool kats. I also ran into an old Flavorpill colleague Jeremy who is now doing Friday nights at Plaid so go check his shows out. Megan and Hawkins showed up when we retired to the back room to shoot some pool. Eventually Ms. Pretty cruised into the bar and we headed downtown to catch the show.
The walk to Sin-e was nearly unbearable, but we made it in spite of the bitter cold. Megan, Ms. Pretty, Hawk and I rolled into the club where my glasses promptly fogged up. The Prosaics were midway through their set which was a lot more impressing then their Merc gig in early December. They play in the same vain as Interpol and the Stills, but I'm prone to liking that Joy Division esque rock with a lean into the shoegaze aural realm. Their last couple songs had great rhythm parts, but I'm gonna need to get used to their vocalists stylings which are a bit different than what I'm used to. A lot of droning on and drawn out notes, but it comes together quite nicely, and I think these boys will gain a lot of headway playing this month long stand at Sin-e.
A long wait and a drunk Hawkins later, TV on the Radio finally hit the stage. It was my first time seeing these guys and I had been prefaced by Ms. Pretty that they are so good, "I almost peed my pants." My skepticism remained high because a while back Notopolos told me that they blew "fat monkey dick" live. It was time for me to decide. They played a relatively short set, but they did manage to squeeze in the entire Young Liars Ep. They also played an up tempo version of Blind that really made me move. They are now a conventional five-piece who look the part as well as they play it. They all come off as very passionate about what they are doing sans any sort of pretention, (I used the word pretention in the same sentence as sans. Fucking Poser.) They also had a couple tunes that felt like soul revival tracks that were imbedded in some deep funk rhythms. All and all, a stellar perfomance, and yes, Starring at the Sun fucking rocked. The only problem was that Hawk got so drunk he kept yelling that he was going to throw his beer at them. I'll let you know when I pull my foot out of his ass.
We turned in another solid evening despite the less than ideal conditions. And even though Megan made fun of my daily musing through this blog, she knows she loves it and I won't hold it against her.
Cause It's Friday, and You Can't Get None.
Speaking of TVoR, they get set to release their debut LP, Desperate Youth, Bloodthirsty Babes, in March. Touch and Go has been deamed the Lucky Label.
When the Primary rolls around, Republicans, veiled Democrats and the Press are going to have to deal with the fact that Dean may be our next President. I don't know who I'm voting for yet, but rest assured its not going to be Bush.
Though I'm not a Belle and Seb(ass)tian fan, this mix could make for a tasty cocktail.
More stilted language in a solid review of Onieda's new record. For some ungodly reason, I've yet to see these chaps live.
Sometimes this guy produces dangerous recordings, but this might be a good one. Hold on to your knickers.
Ted Leo & the Pharmacists are the subject of a new documentary. Though I wasn't a big fan of the Siren set, this should still be a killer pickup.
The Guardian tells us something we already know. If you want to get rid of the most influential rock band to every walk the planet, you are going to have wait another few thousand years.
If anything, just read this Unicorn's interview for the tagline. It's hilarious. And they claim to be the biggest band in that huge state just north of our border.
Oh, and there was a fight at a Hip-Hop awards show. Good looks guys.
Ok, thats it. Now all I can think about is the Shins at Bowery, Tonight!
TV On the Radio... Tonight!
Ok kiddies. Time to bundle up and get ready for some rock. I was just on Sin-e's site and noticed that TV On the Radio has been added to tonight's gig with the Prosaics. I'll be there. Will you?
Success. Full Success.
The First O.C. PotLuck is in the books and it couldn't have gone any better. It was a complete success. I'll give you a bit of a recap.
Noah (naturally) was the first to show up. We sat around listening to the new Franz Ferdinand single, Take Me Out and drinking PBR. I began to prepare the Ziti when Lance showed up with another 12rack of the Red, White and Blue. Sivan cruised in after her pilates class with her 3 bean salad in tow. Then the crowds began to show up. Michael and I hung out in the kitchen listening to Queen while he prepared his fried chicken cutlets while I finished off the veggie Ziti.
Matt G brought bread.
Sean brought Bud Light.
Builder brought wine.
Amy made some cupcakes.
Karen brought a hummus appetizer.
I think that about covers everyone. Needless to say, the spread was fantastic and everyone got their fill. The end of dinner perfectly coincided with the start of the O.C. The show was great last night. Here is Fox's recap of The Links. It was hilarious watching everyone's reaction as their characters did stupid shit and acted rediculous.
We hung out for awhile after the show. Amy gets mad props for doing the dishes. Noah also came in and took care of the big boys. It was a stellar evening, and it will be had every week. So email me your dish options. Is this gay? I don't care. If you want in... you gotta let me know.
Thursday's News.
If you missed the boat on the Shins concert this Friday at the Bowery, I'm sorry to say that it is now soldout. Did anyone catch the acoustic songs they played at Rififi last night? I was O.C. inundated.
If you can get a copy of this for me, I'll unhinge my jaw for you. Seriously though, this might be Dan's cream dream.
Thank Christ that Broken Social Scene is recording again. Their first record blew me away, and my short attention span longs for this Ep.
NY Daily gives a decent review to the Thrills show at the Bowery. I heard it sucked. You be the judge.
More Cochella low down at Billboard. The Thirlls. Radiohead. Pixies. Have I asked for a ticket yet?
Attention writers: Gawker has posted a position on their site. Check it out.
Filter catches up with the rest of the NYC blogs and reviews the YYY's show at Hammerstein which was last Friday.
I don't know the Hope of States, but it is always a shame when someone in the rock world takes an early exit.
Junkmedia catches up with brains behind the premier electronic label Warp. I think this is a life I wouldn't mind leading.
Is it just me, or are there a ton of good records on the way? Dub Narcotic decides they want to finally drop one on us after 5 years without their unique mash up being waxed. Pitchfork also gives us a teaser from the upcoming TVoR Lp.
Fat Mike really hates Bush. Rolling Stones gives it the old High School try.
I read about these guys in the last Face and they now have band of the week in RockFeedBack. Get ready to join the Bloc Party.
Britian finally catches up with the U.S. Jack Black is the man, and if you missed this flick, go rent it as soon as its available.
Ok, thats it, it was worth the wait wasn't it?
Late O.C. Addition
Amy Hunt is making a late entry as Kristen Nichol Cohen. I don't know what she is cooking, but I'm sure it will be rockin.
O.C. PotLuck is on...
Here is the latest food roster. I'm going straight home from work, so you can come by whenever you see fit.
Sivan: 3 Bean Salad
Jay: Veggie Baked Ziti
Karen: Appy, possibly Hummus
Mike: Chicken Cutlets
Josh: n/a
Noah: 12 pack
Will: n/a
Lance: 12 pack
Builder: Desert
Today in the News.
A certain Chicago native wanted to make sure I knew the Pixies are confirmed for Coachella 2004. Who wants to buy me a ticket?
Jack White does his best Michael Jackson impression.
Sony Steps up to bat to take on Apple's Ipod.
Are the Bboys strapped for cash? Their bankrupt label, Grand Royal, is now on the auction block. Get out your check books and place your bid.
WTF? Kraftwork plans a world tour and forgets us... That's just cruel.
The brains of Rochafella Records, Damon Dash, is being accused of rape by model Kirstie Thompson. Isn't this guy married with kids?
I didn't realize Cex is playing a gig at the Knit. I need to start checking the venues more. This guy has electronica down, but his persistant desire to be a hip hopper makes for an interesting mix.
The Onion's A.V. club continues the gushing in regards to Phantom Planet's new record. They also catch up with the rest of us and give a solid review to the Stills.
This might be my new favorite band. Does anyone have information regarding this? Perpetual Rhythm is the story of my life.
Finally, the Flaming Lips get their survival story on the pages of the NY Times, (and with good reason).
Is David Cross Stalking Me?
Please Note: If you got the O.C. PotLuck email, please reply. You fuckers know who you are. Thanks to those who did. I'm getting hungry.
As my toes continue to thaw, I'm finding it rather difficult to recall last night. Its not that I was too drunk or too high. Its due to the fact that its bone cold out right now, and my dumbass decided to walk to work. There are other options. The bus. The train. A Cab. All three were at my dispossal, and what do if do? I fucking walk. Call me Iggy Pop cause I'm an Idiot.
Before I dive into the show, let me say something about pissed off hipsters. These kids are just plain dumb. Yes, I realize its a lame term, and I try to use it as little as possible. Yes, some people could call me one with good reason. Yes, I could give a shit about any of it. But as I stood outside of Pianos last night waiting for the Cali kids to cruise onto a L.E.S. bar of choice, some douche bag came out of the club just plain bitching. This guys was dressed the same as every kid in the club. Dirty jeans, blocky glasses, a hip jacket and a carefully placed scarf protected this boy from the elements while keeping him leaning into the early majority. His tirade consisted of damning all the hipsters inside who dress the same and don't give a shit about the music. He continued to complain while walking away. I watched this marginalized cool kid walk into Max Fish. Would someone find this kid, kick him in the balls and then pee on his jacket? I mean really. If you are going to dress the part, goto the underground shows and still have the gall to whine about his fellow comrades with such high school cafeteria passion. Check yourself dude. You're not fooling anyone.
In any event, the evening started with a pop-in from the ever present Hawkins. Eventually Builder and Gabe got home and the three of them engaged in a conversation about business, (LLC's is the only term that stuck). This lead me to the realization that I don't have a discernible talent. Every conversation I participate in slowly morphs into a long winded, opinion laden diatribe, but there is nothing I can do to fix it. In any event, Liz cruised by and assured me that none of us have discernible talents. A sigh of relief calmed me as I realized there is a lot of truth to that. She is quite good at putting me in my place. For some reason that girl knows exactly how to shut me up. God bless her for it. Hawkins, Liz and I hit the streets and met up with her friend Michael. When arriving at Pianos, our biggest fear became reality. We had to wait outside for a good 15 minutes. It wasn't bad though. I met this kid Omar and his lady friend who were in from Miami. Omar told me we had met previously in a bar and talked some music shop. He kept telling me that Flavorpill is where its at, and that we need to expand to Miami because there is a budding indie scene. I'll have to look into that one. Then the Shins walked up. I thanked Marty for giving NYC another night to check them out and told James they played a killer show on Sunday. Then, almost naturally, Marty and I talked about pot for a brief moment. It was bliss.
Pianos was so over packed. It was rediculous. We picked up a Bud and moved to the back room where a wait ensued. Adam came buy and we talked weekend. He is having a party at HiFi which should be in everyone's date book. It will be a stellar post Shins birthday bash. The room continued to grow tighter when I found myself in the back next to the Unicorns as they suited up for their gig. They eventually headed to the stage and took their places in front of the waiting critical mass. They opened up with Tuff Ghost which is one of my favorite songs on the record. Their on stage razzing was similar to their Merc show last month. They talked about no dancing laws, no dancing kids, sex without con-doms and Canada. It was all quite funny, but it was a joke I've already heard. We stuck around for a few more songs and then Hawkins and I rolled out during I Was Born. It wasn't that they played a bad set. I just didn't feel like sticking around and getting pushed.
Then we waited outside with Molly, John and Phoebe for Ms. Lane. She took to long to get out of the bar, so I just headed home. It was too cold and I was too tired. Phoebe did tell me she has joined the ranks of the blogging community, (send me your link!!). I also ran into Jonathan from D.C. who is now living in Bklyn and writing for Mass Appeal. That kid is top of the pops. He also wants to know when Whitney will be joining us in Manhattan.
So thats it. I'll do the news later. I'm sorry for the stilted writing. Sometimes I can't help it.
O.C. PotLuck Update
Here is the latest roster. Please let me know if you want one of the final spots. I will be sending an email later today regarding the call for dinner assignments (i.e. entrees, salads, deserts, etc). As it stands now, my Ziti and Sivan's 3 Bean salad are in the mix.
Sivan: Marissa Cooper
Jay: Seth Cohen
Karen: Anna Stern (damn I'm lucky)
Mike: Sandy Cohen
Josh: Ryan Atwood (May need a week one fill-in)
Noah: Jimmy Cooper
Will: Oliver (Will needs a pinch hitter while he is in Prague)
Lance: Summer Roberts
Builder: Luke Ward
There is also talk that Cami wants to be Chino, but that would open the flood gates for spin offs, and we are talking the real deal here. Sorry Cami.
The Shins!!!
If you missed them on Sunday, don't worry, you can catch the Shins LIVE this Friday at the Bowery Ballroom. Get your tickets here.
Fire Chaney!
Big props go out to Cami who hooked up Travis, Hawk, Stevo and I with tickets to last nights Knicks game. It was an amazing game. With 19 seconds left to play, the Knicks were down 6 so we headed to the street. When we got to the lobby of the Garden there was a crowd around a screen showing newly aquired Stephon Marbury pounding his chest. They had tied the game. We ran back up the stairs and made it to court level. We watched the overtime from 25 rows back. Though the Knicks lost, it made for a killer night of sports. Thanks again Cami!
I was under the impression that Karen (Demander) and John (Ariel Love Feed) would be spinning at Bside last night so the boys and I shot over there. John had canceled at the last minute, but we managed to salvage the evening in the back room. Mikey and Builder showed up along with Sivan and even Karen. Much to the enjoyment of everyone, Amy showed up with more baked goods for the drunk kids. There was a lot of talk about the O.C. PotLuck which will be going down on Wednesday. The most updated list of characters is posted below. Josh and Will are in need of pinch hitters since they won't be making it. Chose a character, email me, and I will get you in. Also, if you are on the list, email me what you plan to make. I'm cooking up some Baked Ziti, so come hungry.
Prophetic, Poetic, Pathetic.
Ash abandons the UK heads to Sound City Studios in Cali in an attempt to make it easier to label them. This could go either way.
Why is Brit Pop Culture so much better than ours? The Brit Awards Nominees are announced, and they seem to hit the nail on its head. Well, at least they come closer than their counterparts across the pond.
Go see this Band. You won't be dissappointed. Hopefully I can catch them tonight at Pianos.
I don't know how I feel about this. Good for them. Its a nice opportunity to hit a larger demographic, but after Jack's tirade at the Roseland Ballroom, this kind of gig shouldn't be embraced. He's a fucking poser.
Catch Queens based Marky Ramone and Friends live in Cleveland? What the fuck Marky? Why aren't you playing a month long residency at CB's?
Start the Cochella Buzz. Sweet, another festival I can't afford to attend. Goddamn, I need a SugarDaddy. I'm gonna be 23 soon and I will have yet to attend SXSW or Cochella. Pass the hat.
Ok, Ok, here is some funny stuff. The latest Do's and Don'ts.
Finally, I have to get myself a copy of this single. The video was hilarious, but the song is even better.
Time to die. I mean work.
New O.C. Entry...
We have some fresh blood for the O.C. PotLuck dinner. Lance Edmands will now be playing the role of Summer Roberts. This raises many questions about Lance's sexuality, but we will leave that for another day.
Here is the roster. Let me know ASAP if you want in. Spots are filling fast:
Sivan: Marissa Cooper
Jay: Seth Cohen
Karen: Anna Stern (damn I'm lucky)
Mike: Sandy Cohen
Josh: Ryan Atwood
Noah: Jimmy Cooper
Will: Oliver (Will needs a pinch hitter while he is in Prague)
Lance: Summer Roberts
Was Sunday, Saturday?
Another solid weekend in the books. It may sound jocky. It may sound fratty. But it doesn't matter how it comes off because its the truth. There were some amazing playoff football games this weekend. I sat on the couch at the Beachs for nearly 8 hours a day. You know what the means. It means I drank my weight in PBR. With the addition of Dan to the room, there were shotguns galore and bingers too boot.
Just for the record, I want to send a warning out to all of you. If Dan comes back to your house after an evening of heavy drinking, make sure you kick him out before you fall asleep. I went down around 5:30am and he proceeded to booby-trap my apartment. When I opened the door to come out of the bedroom Sunday morning, a pile of stools and pans fell on me. That bastard will get his. I'll make sure of it.
Following yesterday's games, the gang headed over to the Mercury Lounge to catch the "surprise" (aka: Soldout) Shins show. I missed Todd Barry's stand-up set in order to stay home to watch Arrested Development, (which was outrageous). I was greeted at the Merc by a bunch of friends hungry for a solid rock show, and the Shins were ready to deliver. They played a great mixture of the new and old, and even had a short jam. James Mercer's intensity is like no other, and his ability to incorporate his voice as an insturment is beautiful. They kicked out a four song encore that left everyone smiling as they headed out into the snow flurries. The real stand out was Marty's stage banter. He discussed smoking pot with the affinity of a 14 year old who smoked his first joint only a week earlier but somehow garnered a veteran stoner's knowledge of the herb. He wouldn't let it go, and it kept the mood of the enitire evening on the lighter side. Solid Rock. Great Show. Good Times. It was great to see so many familiar faces enjoying the SubPop four-piece.
I also want to give a shout out to The Headset who played a great set at the Luna on Friday. That boy Jordan has the look. They bleed the new century sound of the NYC.
A busy day, but I'm still trying.
This is totally fucked. Pitchfork has the latest information regarding Elliot Smith's untimely death. The report is claiming that homicide should not yet be ruled out.
Reports claim that Oasis may be looking for a new drummer. Open auditions at my house. Speaking of Oasis, a Noel fav, The Stands are getting set to release some tunes. I don't know much about this Liverpool band, but the city's history should give you a good idea of their sound.
And now for something completely different. The Capitol Years put out a record that leans to the softer side of rock.
The Beach Boys continue to the fuck the dream till its nice and dry. Are they really this hard up for money? Could they be the new Willie Nelson?
The Darkness brand of guitar rock may be inspiring some former hair band enthusiasts. Mid Lifer's are bringing back the rock to ward off grey hair and Viagra perscriptions.
Another Seattle revolution? This time the medium is radio, and while Nirvana is still involved, they won't be the actors making the waves. Its time to bring it back to the old school. Bring it on.
Ok, I have to get to work. Let me know if I missed some big news.
Football + PBR = Trouble
Its getting to be late on Saturday evening. By my watch its almost 11pm. I'm at the tail end of double feature at the Beach's house. A stellar afternoon of PBR, Knifers and Oveis is being had. We are getting set to take off after this second game, but right now we have no options. Let's get some good times rolling.
In other news, there is an O.C. update. Josh will now be playing the roll of Ryan while Will, who has been tossed around a bit, will now play the role of Oliver, the new crazy coke head. Suites him.
Final Friday Shout Out...
I'd like to give a shout out to my girl Missy who is an avid reader of the blog. You are the reason I do this shit. Thanks for giving me your time.
O.C. PotLuck Correction and Update.
My apologies go out to Mike Rothfeld. I didn't realize he was Sandy Cohen. I guess I was drunker than I thought.
Here is the updated list:
Sivan: Marissa Cooper
Jay: Seth Cohen
Karen: Anna
Mike: Sandy Cohen
Noah: Jimmy Cooper
Will: Ryan?
Ok, if you want in... get me an email.
This Just In.
Noah has just laid claim to the coveted role of Jimmy Cooper.
And the Winner was: Option #3.
Some deliberation and broken plans lead to spending all of Thursday night in the bowels of Bside. It wasn't your run of the mill night at the Alphabet city bar. It had a little bit of everything. First of all the kids that came out were amazing. I rolled in there with a drunk Hawkins and Stevo. We were quickly joined by Kelly and Megan. Then Mikey arrived with his new haircut. The crew was complete when Sivan turned the bar over to her night tender and she, along with Karen and Will, cruised into the back room to shoot some pool. Even Deva showed up and made out with me, (its Will's Boxer). Karen and I ruled the pool table for most of the evening, but I can only attribute that to the whatever pharmy's Hawkins had taken. That kid was off his rocker. Pulling up his shirt, dancing with himself, and just generally being a reject. It was amazing. Oh yeah, I also touched Will's junk a few times, and girls, if you are looking for a well endowed man, go for Will. Tell him I sent you.
On my stumble home I popped into the 6th Street Deli to get a quick bite. I was greeted by Sivan. We shared a bag of stolen Ruffles on our walk down to the L.E.S. and talked about our O.C. PotLuck club. She has decided that we have to dress like a character and bring some food to share. The character breakdown as of last night is:
Sivan Harlap as Marissa Cooper
Jay Belin as Seth Cohen
Karen Correa as Anna (that's a big score for me)
Will (Insert Mexican last name I don't know how to spell) as Sandy Cohen
Those are the only few definites as of now. If you would like to take part in the festivites let me know who you want to be, and we can probably work something out. It's going to be epic.
I rolled into the Apt with all intentions of going straight to bed, but I was pleasantly surprised to see the long lost Louis Miller hanging out in my kitchen. Though I was quite surely, (and I apologize for that), its always great to see that kid in whatever fashion.
Kiss my Ass. I mean read the News.
If you already know, then get excited. If you had no idea then sit down. Sam Champion is planning to hit the studio in the coming weeks. A solid rock album will soon follow. Also, February 12th will see the greatness that is These Bones teamed up with Sam Champion for a night of FREE rock at Luna.
I wonder if Jason's face has healed up yet. He is medicating it with a new single. I still can't believe those pictures. Jack White is a monster.
The BBC announces their Music Survey Winners. And I still haven't heard Razorlight. Someone help me out here. Pass me a goddamn record.
This record will be the huge story until April rolls around. Morrisey is doing it for his people, "I honestly didn’t have any decent offers," he said. "For example, three major US labels said ‘We want you, but we don’t want your band’, so I turned them down". Guitarist claims this record will be tits.
Will Oldam gets set to throw down a new Ep on his own label, Drag City. Noah, get ready.
The Daily News gives us a preview of this weekend's Scissor Sister show at the Bowery.
Filter gives us the first line-up for the Noise Pop Festival in SF. Yes, they did use the word Awesomest. And I'm not that excited about this at all.
Permission to Land... uh lands... on the US charts. Go Darkness Go. These guys rock. Want to know how hard? Just read this.
Ok, I've gotta get back to work.
Fuck Tonight. Love Tonight.
So I've given up on trying to fight the crowds at Times Square to catch a glimpse of the Darkness. Now I'm trying to figure out which Value Meal I'm going to eat this evening. Help me decide.
#1. Arbor Day, Live @ Siberia (40th and 9th Ave) (8:30pm)
#2. Cassidy's Comedy Show @ Belmondo (6th and Ave B) (8:30pm) (FREE)
#3. Sivan is tending at Bside
#4. Goto the Pill to keep perfecting my skills.
#5. Izzy's @ Sin-e
#6. Pass out and say fuck it.
Help me decide... I'm having trouble.
Complete Mental Lapse...
I'm ashamed of myself. I got blinded by the light. Last night, after a solid session of code writing in the Flavorpill Offices, Megan and I headed to Welcome to the Johnson's to have a quick drink. It was packed so we headed to Iggy's to indulge in the $2 beers. One became two. Two became three. Three became four. The conversation seemed to flow better than the booze. All of a sudden it was 12pm and we were both a bit tipsy. It was time for bed. Crash might be putting it mildly, but it was indeed the only task I was able to complete at that point in the evening.
This morning I walked into work, and my co-worker Lauren (who I've coverted into an O.C. fan) reminded me about last nights show. I missed it, and after checking Fox's schedule I'm realizing there isn't going to be an encore. Fuck. I'm gonna have to read about it. And I heard they went to a Rooney concert. Eh.......
Don't forget! Tonight the Darkness are playing an instore at Virgin Megastore in Times Square at 6pm. I'm gonna try to be there, let me know if you are heading up there.
Haps and Craps.
A little problem in the land of the Strokes pushes back the release of their next single. I think Julian is in love, but does he really have to go this far to get laid?
The Rapture try to one up their NYC counterparts by re-recording their upcoming single with Steve Lillywhite. Once can only hope more dance music is on the way, (sidenote: I haven't been dancing in ages, let's get down this weekend. Who's coming with me?).
Lock your children up. Michael Jackson can no longer leave the country.
Smith's fans here is some more Morrissey news about his upcoming LP. I want to care, but find it impossible.
After reading Ticket to Ride, I can't wait to see this. In more Fab-Four news, the Harrison family is set to sue a doctor who exploited George on his death bed. This doctor should be locked up.
Junkmedia catches up with the Brooklyn via West Coast imports, The Young People, to discuss the making of their second record and what we as NYC music consumers need.
Light Up the Sky breaks down the hipster trends and puts them in their places. I find it ironic that this article is even being written, but really, who has the time to give a shit. But the Fake French reminds me of Hawkins.
Free Williamsburg gives us the low-down on Bands Against Bush. Get out and support these shows and don't forget to vote so we aren't stuck with a puppet for another 4 years.
That's all for now kids. Enjoy.
Lazy Daze...
So I was all set to head to the Pill Offices after work yesterday, that is until my afternoon started. It was a particular hell I would rather not elaborate on. It exhausted me and by the time I arrived at home, I was only physically capable of sleeping. This lasted until 9pm. At that time I got up and watched a bitching documentary on the Lincoln's. Did anyone else watch channel 13 last night? Who knew Mary Lincoln was so crazy? Well, at least not me.
Today's Bits and Pieces.
Call it the teenager in me, but dammit I'm glad to see these three SoCal boys are back in the business of making catchy punk that puts their Blinking brothers to shame.
Just incase your Ipod isn't small enough, check out the new Ipod Mini. Who ever said size matters was right.
The Music give us some insight on their upcoming record. They are laying claim to some pretty solid influences. I have a feeling this record with kick the shit out of their stellar debut.
I dig on Blondie and all, but I don't know if they should still be making records. Hopefully they will prove me wrong and make me play the fool. Did anyone see Ms. Harry in Spun? Now she is rapping again. Take a collective gasp.
If you haven't heard already, the Shins are on tour. Get your tickets while they are still available.
Filter gives us the new record Tuesday news. I know this could kill any ounce of cred I have left, but I'm going to get that Phantom Planet album. Yup, I said it.
The Village Voice catches on to Ohio's budding Dance/Punk/Funk band Stylex. Check out their official website here.
Is the UK going the route of Sweden? What's next, government funding for playing in a band? Sign me up.
More problems in the land of malls and babysitting money. Can't we all get along?
That's all for now kids, enjoy and I'll keep digging.
Attention Camel Toes...
Noah just passed me this gem of a Craig's List Posting. If it was you, fess up. It reminded me that if you have a chance to get the Encyclopedia of Metal, do it. Cami got it for Xmas, and their are mad male Camel Toes gracing its pages. Its good for a laugh.
Back to Work...
After what seemed to be the longest binge I've ever been on, I had to step back into the working world with full force on Monday. A quick day at the office was followed by a night of trying to learn some HTML down at the pill. Noah met me after work and we headed to Norfolk street to play some spades with D and Kyle while trying to fight the looming notion of having to do it all again on Tuesday. Nevertheless, we are back to the working week and though it doesn't thrill me, I'm ready for a little bit of structure.
News and Notes...
2004 has already been an eventful year. With the marriage and divorce of America's Pop Princess, the foundations of babysitters everywhere have been shattered. A shameless publicity stunt? Noooooo.
Ray Davies got shot! This legendary Kink was trying to be the hero. Stay in the car next time Ray.
The Sleepy Jackson lose their third member this year. If Luke Steele made any sense, this kind of thing might not happen.
New Modest Mouse record, Good News For People Who Love Bad News, is slated for a March 30th release.
The Filter staff dishes out their Best of 2003 lists. With acts like RxBandits and Longwave on their Top 10 lists, its easy to see why I don't take this magazine to seriously. Steve Leckart does manage to point out that the Broken Social Scene's record was released in 2002 which makes every Best of List wrong.
CMJ drops their Top 10 records for 2003, and this one seems to suit me better. I'm glad to see the Yeah Yeah Yeah's made it because a lot of lists have been leaving that out.
While most are still looking back, the Independent take a step forward. Their take on what 2004 may hold, (the Coral have the most anticipated release???). They also believe acts such as Prodigy and Fatboy Slim are do. Don't throw away your glow sticks yet.
And finally, Noah passed this onto me yesterday. Good Charlotte is on a mission to stop their fans from considering suicide. I don't think it's a bad thing, but their fan base is made up of affluent white teenagers. Quit fucking crying because your parents won't let you stay out late.
Sorry about all the negativity today, but it comes with the territory. Time to get back to work or something.
Happy New Year!
I know its been a while since the last update. I didn't have the means or drive to keep up while on vacation, but rest assured that Good Times Roll is back on the daily. Here is a little something to keep you satisfied while we get back on track.
Best of 2003...
So it may be fashionably late, but here are Noah's and my choices for the best of the best from the industry in 2003.
Top 20 Records.
20. Bishop Allen; Charm School
19. Unicorns; Who Will Cut Our Hair When We Are Gone
18. TV on the Radio; Young Liars (ep)
17. Cass McCombs; A
16. Junior Senior; D-D-Don't Stop the Beat
15. Yeah Yeah Yeah's; Fever to Tell
14. Thermals; More Parts Per Million
13. Postal Service; Give Up
12. The Kills; Keep On Your Mean Side
11. My Morning Jacket; It Still Moves
10. The Darkness; Permission to Land
9. Ted Leo & the Pharmacists; Hearts of Oak
8. White Stripes; Elephant
7. Exploding Hearts; Guitar Romantic
6. Stephen Malkmus; Pig Lib
5. Grandaddy; Sumday
4. The Libertines; Up the Bracket
3. Broken Social Scene; You Forgot It In People
2. Shins; Chutes too Narrow
1. The Strokes; Room is On Fire
Honorable Mention: Thrills, So Much for the City; Adam Green, Friends of Mine; Franz Ferdinand, Darts of Pleasure ep; British Sea Power, The Decline of; Black Lipstick, Coverted Thieves; Kings of Leon, Youth and Young Manhood; Natural History, Beat Beat Heartbeat.
Top 5 Live Shows.
1. The Strokes; Bowery
2. The Darkness; Bowery
3. Sub-Pop Showcase (Shins, Thermals, etc); Bowery
4. The Libertines; CBGB's
5. My Morning Jacket; Bowery
Honorable Meniton: Adam Green, Knitting Factory; Realistics, Bowery; Iggy and the Stooges, Jones Beach; Chris Hartford, Living Room.
Ok, that's all for now. Come back later and I will try to fill you in on what has been one decadent day after another (aka: the holidays).
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