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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?
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