Photos blatantly ripped from Brooklyn Vegan
Man there were an @$$-load of shows last night in New York.
Prior to heading down to Pianos for Hooray For Earth’s November Residency, I stopped in at Webster Hall to catch a few songs of Blonde Redhead. While waiting in line I realized that TRAP THEM was on in the Webster Hall Studio opening for EVERY TIME I DIE. Mebbe go to that? Nah. I got tixx to see my BH homiez. That show probably kicked hella ass. Onwards. So I head in to the main space see the setup pictured above and get stoked. Band goes. I melt in the awesomeness. As I picked my jaw up off the floor I noticed a few things. They are STILL really good
- The new record is really good (YES WE KNOW MISERY IS A BUTTERFLY IS REALLY GOOD TOO)
- Older crowds are wonderful – NO FUCKING CAMERA PHONES
Do you guys think Amedeo would think I'm cool?
Kazu in a crazy horse hair helmet
Anyone have an extra ticket for tonight’s Webster Hall show? It’s sold out. :( I
Never heard of ‘em? That’s your fault. They just put up a spectacular 4AD session (highlighting tracks from their admittedly downtempo and electronic new album PENNY SPARKLE). Perfect for a cold rainy day… like today. STREAM IT HERE
In keeping with today’s theme of “Hipster: Does that mean anything?” I’m going to repost this video (via Stereogum) of Henry Rollins “hanging out” with Shirin Neshat. Neshat is an Iranian artist who’s now banned from her home country – most likely for exercising a normal thought process… and… for doing so while having a vagina.
HERRRR DUURRRRRRRRR DERP
Forever the egomaniacal “smart guy” in the room, Rollins manages to develop “drama” and “tension” in this vignette with some random hipster. Granted, this tart from Bushwick should’ve shut her mouth and let them film, but Rollins goes WAAAAY overboard. Managing to both lose his grasp on the situation and the reality of how stupid this whole charade seems. Why are they in the Cake Shop in the first place? DID I MENTION THIS IS FOR GERMAN TELEVISION?
In true douche bag glory, Rollins still manages to plug his “famous” and “grammy winning” book.
Way to stay on topic. I’m sure all Iranian artists are interested in your book. Oh also remember when you made this? You fucking jackass.
Oh also for NY hipsters: Todd P is in the back of Cake Shop looking like the cultural non sequitur he is…
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical and generally about 18-24 inches away from a computer screen.
I will post the real version of this video at the end of this. I originally posted this and invoked the most culturally relevant opening line in all of 20th century poetry (challenge) because I wanted to talk about something. When do I not want to talk ad nauseum about something you ask? Rarely, you ass. Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking.
I wanted to talk about something and then I got distracted by this which considering the source, is a surprisingly incisive take on the sprawling ‘counterculture’ that seems to invoke and include everything ever to some degree or another. I just think you should read it. It’s fluff at its core, as is all color-commentary of culture-at-large, but it’s interesting fluff. About as enduringly meaningful as the halftime report when you listen to Boomer talk about how the losing team needs to keep the ball and score more points but really all you can do is look at Shannon Sharpe’s tie knot and be like “he has to custom order that, right? there’s not enough material on any tie i’ve ever seen to craft something on that scale.”
The link comes courtesy of Monica Westin, smartest lady in all of the Chicagoland area. The video is courtesy of the NYNeoFuturists, whom I love and will forever continue to admire.
And now, the prestige:
Ugh, late to the party as usual. I didn’t even know there was a video for this until like last week. I knew Rusko’s other hits like the ridiculously hyped “Hammertime.” This track is WAY better. The three sets of sunglasses totally make this a winner. Totally remembered this song when I saw he was spinning with Boys Noize last week.
I love old commercials.
Obviously this one can’t be real… but what’s even worse is the attempt (at the time) to make it seem real. God this is just awkward.
explode this motherfucker to full screen
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