"HOW OLD WERE THEY WHEN THE PUMPKINS WERE COOL? 7?"
i have to pay a bit more respect to the panic at the buttcrack crew. that show last night? i kind of didnt know what to make of it, and thats not a negative thing. PATD live = ASTOUNDING. its not a concert, its a fucking circus. lights, skits, vaudevillian dancers, immaculate costumes. part of me wanted to resist because it all felt very onyx hotel (which i thankfully never attended), but i mean, theyre actually TALENTED. brendon can SING. and theres a fucking CELLIST. that plucking shit you hear in "i write sins" isnt computer-constructed or synth-generated (which is what i assumed), it is a full-on motherfucking cello. sorry bout that yellowcard, your title of best use of rando strings by an emo band just got usurped and then some. eat aubergine, bitches.
Friday, June 30, 2006
"BRENDONS A VIRGIN!" "NOT FOR LONG!"
i cant decide what the best part of last night was:
1. arriving at the panic at the disco show and being greeted by the best gaggle of friends a gal could ask for - complete with song and cupcakes and robhitt.com.
2. sitting at the panic at the disco show sandwiched between sarah and gurj who apparently know every word to every song and yet serve as little distraction from brendon uries perfectly tailored virgin crotch.
3. coming home to lucy and rebecca and their exploding bottle of "perrier goo-ay."
4. getting to the annex and finding almost every single person i love present.
5. andreas arrival with a magnum of champers that i proceeded to pour on everyone.
6. ross and jaff's appearance, with jaff taking the champers, and ross remaining my beloved straightedge.
7. gil mantera and ultimate donny making me the happiest practitioner of jewish voodoo in da nyc.
8. ross desperately wanting to meet "the band."
9. keith and chris playing the wickedest biggest baddest birthday "dj set" a child of the 90s could ever ask for (yes, that was ace of base, marky mark, technotronic and WHAT THE FUCK that you were hearing down there).
10. ola and martin from the ark thanking me for allowing them to celebrate my birthday with me.
tough call. i love my friends. now, all i need is a birthday serenade from the futureheads at webster hall tonight, and the wishlist will be (almost) complete.
i cant decide what the best part of last night was:
1. arriving at the panic at the disco show and being greeted by the best gaggle of friends a gal could ask for - complete with song and cupcakes and robhitt.com.
2. sitting at the panic at the disco show sandwiched between sarah and gurj who apparently know every word to every song and yet serve as little distraction from brendon uries perfectly tailored virgin crotch.
3. coming home to lucy and rebecca and their exploding bottle of "perrier goo-ay."
4. getting to the annex and finding almost every single person i love present.
5. andreas arrival with a magnum of champers that i proceeded to pour on everyone.
6. ross and jaff's appearance, with jaff taking the champers, and ross remaining my beloved straightedge.
7. gil mantera and ultimate donny making me the happiest practitioner of jewish voodoo in da nyc.
8. ross desperately wanting to meet "the band."
9. keith and chris playing the wickedest biggest baddest birthday "dj set" a child of the 90s could ever ask for (yes, that was ace of base, marky mark, technotronic and WHAT THE FUCK that you were hearing down there).
10. ola and martin from the ark thanking me for allowing them to celebrate my birthday with me.
tough call. i love my friends. now, all i need is a birthday serenade from the futureheads at webster hall tonight, and the wishlist will be (almost) complete.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
WHO DO YOU REEEALLY WANNA PLEASE? YOUR MANAGER OR THE LAY-DEEZ?
one thing i love about being a "grown up" is being able to stretch out the birthday festivities for like, days. imagine how much radder childhood wouldve been if pokey the party clown slept over for a couple of nights to help finish off the cake and shit. i got the call from sarah last night to hit up 3A for an in-house acoustic set by our dapper buds, boy kill boy. i figured, its the bday week, i can go out 4 nights in a row, its fine. BKB ruled. acoustic performances can totally make or break a band. (HELLO BRING BACK UNPLUGGED THANKS) think about it, having the tunes stripped down to the bones can either reveal talent or complete ineptitude (is that a word? it is now!). in the case of BKB, it was the absolute former. the most negative things that people say about them and their record is that its all too slick, too disco, etc etc... but sitting on sarahs couch with two acoustic guitars, chris and kev sounded gorgeous. the melodies are what shone through, not the overblown production and what not. it was an awesome surprise - made even more so when chris agreed to play "shoot me down" in honor of my bday, followed by a rousing rendition of "happy birthday." we took purple wall photos and then hit the annex hard. it was there that i found my favorite prancing swede, ola from the ark. hes stoooooked for the party tonight (and personally, i cant wait for him and the gang to see gil manteras party dream because you know theyre gonna want to tour with em soon after), and if all goes a-one, hes gonna be wearing spandex. allllll spandex.
one thing i love about being a "grown up" is being able to stretch out the birthday festivities for like, days. imagine how much radder childhood wouldve been if pokey the party clown slept over for a couple of nights to help finish off the cake and shit. i got the call from sarah last night to hit up 3A for an in-house acoustic set by our dapper buds, boy kill boy. i figured, its the bday week, i can go out 4 nights in a row, its fine. BKB ruled. acoustic performances can totally make or break a band. (HELLO BRING BACK UNPLUGGED THANKS) think about it, having the tunes stripped down to the bones can either reveal talent or complete ineptitude (is that a word? it is now!). in the case of BKB, it was the absolute former. the most negative things that people say about them and their record is that its all too slick, too disco, etc etc... but sitting on sarahs couch with two acoustic guitars, chris and kev sounded gorgeous. the melodies are what shone through, not the overblown production and what not. it was an awesome surprise - made even more so when chris agreed to play "shoot me down" in honor of my bday, followed by a rousing rendition of "happy birthday." we took purple wall photos and then hit the annex hard. it was there that i found my favorite prancing swede, ola from the ark. hes stoooooked for the party tonight (and personally, i cant wait for him and the gang to see gil manteras party dream because you know theyre gonna want to tour with em soon after), and if all goes a-one, hes gonna be wearing spandex. allllll spandex.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
SWAMPASS! YUMMO!
hey also - i dont know if this is just me not really paying much attention to the majority of the channels i have, or maybe just the fact that ive essentially become sucked into an abyss of watching channels 3, 38, 40 exclusively (as in: regular, crazy crimes, and sexy crimes, respectively) - but does the food network seem to up the rachael ray factor in the summertime? like, i feel like there was a long stretch of time (and for the sake of argument im gonna call it "last summer and then some") where i literally could not escape her 12-year-old's-tits-face. there were like, HOURS of my life lost on her randy giggling. and then i kinda stopped noticing. but now it seems like the tasty traveller with the $1.10 tips is baaaaaaaaaaack. sound the alarms. hide your stale bread.
hey also - i dont know if this is just me not really paying much attention to the majority of the channels i have, or maybe just the fact that ive essentially become sucked into an abyss of watching channels 3, 38, 40 exclusively (as in: regular, crazy crimes, and sexy crimes, respectively) - but does the food network seem to up the rachael ray factor in the summertime? like, i feel like there was a long stretch of time (and for the sake of argument im gonna call it "last summer and then some") where i literally could not escape her 12-year-old's-tits-face. there were like, HOURS of my life lost on her randy giggling. and then i kinda stopped noticing. but now it seems like the tasty traveller with the $1.10 tips is baaaaaaaaaaack. sound the alarms. hide your stale bread.
A HOOKIE BIRTHDAY PARTY DREAM
ok ok time to cheer up charlie!!!! GURJ HAS THE ULTIMATE GREAT ADVENTURE RECAP ON HER BLOG. some highlights include:
meeting a leprechaun.
hearting TBS.
and the resulting clipart.
i will STILL be talking about this at my BIRTHDAY PARTY on THURSDAY. without further ado...
ok ok time to cheer up charlie!!!! GURJ HAS THE ULTIMATE GREAT ADVENTURE RECAP ON HER BLOG. some highlights include:
meeting a leprechaun.
hearting TBS.
and the resulting clipart.
i will STILL be talking about this at my BIRTHDAY PARTY on THURSDAY. without further ado...
Monday, June 26, 2006
HEY TOM DELONGE, NICE HAIRCUT, ITS TIME TO RECORDINGS!
i really need to get off this nostalgia kick. midgee took me out to a prelim bday dinner last night at esperanto and fuckin hell if that isnt one of the best joints for salad that side of the EV! after a couple of perfect mojitos, we head down avenue B to brians for a questionably necessary viewing of entourage. the actual attention paid to tv is also in doubt, as i was far more concerned with b-times photo essay on last weeks great adventure outing. but i digress... as sar and i were walking down the ave of community gardens, i started to get sad. ive only been out of that neighborhood for 6 months and already i feel as removed as a wart. the roomie is stoked. she loves the little dogs and blow-outs that populate our current building. she hangs with the yoga crew. (actually, thats probably a lie, but she DOES shop at whole foods). and like, there i am, sitting in my room listening to law and order but not really watching... longing for the days of promise when we moved into 525 east 13th those years ago (lured somewhat but not entirely by the broker who claimed that one of the other residents was a law and order castmember). my hair is 25 different colors and my nails are generally black. im taking more and more creative liberties with my pattern-matching, clothes-wise, and i just know that despite hiding behind my face full of shades, every savvy person in our elevator is asking questions. i smile at babies and then feel bad about it because i wonder if the moms can smell weed... its pretty mental how a five-or-so block move can completely alter ones state of mind. i felt so at ease in the east village. i could run to the corner in sweatpants tucked into socks worn with flipflops, and fuck you who cared? but now, taming myself for my new public consumption is becoming more and more of a challenge.
summer tv blows more than the pussycat dolls - this season of the real world is obscenely pitiful, the fresh meat challenge serves as a constant reminder as to why couples suck, even the hills isnt serving the purpose i hoped it would. ive lost my love for iron chef (might have something to do with that overload sarah and i endured last summer), and the gods of reality have completely sapped me of my will to live. (please someone start a countdown to the new season of p-run!). ive found myself watching buttloads of "supergroup" and reruns of mtv unplugged (ps - where the FUCK did that show go?) to pass the time between mets wins, and its really getting depressing.
but wow, this post has really taken a turn. back to last night. sarah and i were lamenting the fact that the scene has de-aged - cocoon style - around us. were all part of this monster that made it ok for teenagers to slap on the aiden makeup and pose like real tarts for the internet gawker set. its like the walkmen song, when we used to go out we knew everyone we saw.... and now suddenly the fun is gone. or at least, acting like a leaky faucet. were all taking on these roles of increased responsibility and our desires to blow savings on crap outings goes down... down...
thats what made the great adventure trip so awesome last thursday. it was 6 adults playing hooky and spending a day sweating in new jersey. eating dippin dots. drinking beer from collectible steins. taking xanax and riding lollercoasters. and then to top it all off we got to see friends of ours playing this ridiculously amazing rock show. to like, 8 bajillion kids with cell phones. its a funny thing actually - ive realized that quite a bit of the downturn of our social lives has come from the increased success of our friends bands. this might incite the kind of hatred that this blog used to field, but ive been thinking about it. it was only 2-3 years ago when interpol selling out irving plaza was a big deal. in those days, we all used to crawl around lit like careless idiots, greeting the morning and loving the fact that our friends were successful enough to bestow A drink ticket at an afterparty. now, theyve got the same management as coldplay and are working on record number three, and well... you can only imagine where it will go from there. and then theres the killers - who went from wearing the same outfits for months in a row to having clothes designed for em by dior. and how about my chem? sarah made me go see them at irving when they were opening for someone (lord knows who it was) and she kept pre-empting it by saying how gerard was this kinda crazy kid from jerz, but that he had the potential to be an amazing frontman and blah blah... and uh, yeah. going to see our friends bands play has morphed from a dirty booze-soaked trip into the bowels of bowery into this grown up, sometimes drink-free experience on a somewhat impersonal scale, and its like, fuck me, this rules, but i also kinda hate feeling like an adult at the age of 25!
oy. va. voy. someone pleeeeeease remind me how awesome life is at my bday party on thursday?
i really need to get off this nostalgia kick. midgee took me out to a prelim bday dinner last night at esperanto and fuckin hell if that isnt one of the best joints for salad that side of the EV! after a couple of perfect mojitos, we head down avenue B to brians for a questionably necessary viewing of entourage. the actual attention paid to tv is also in doubt, as i was far more concerned with b-times photo essay on last weeks great adventure outing. but i digress... as sar and i were walking down the ave of community gardens, i started to get sad. ive only been out of that neighborhood for 6 months and already i feel as removed as a wart. the roomie is stoked. she loves the little dogs and blow-outs that populate our current building. she hangs with the yoga crew. (actually, thats probably a lie, but she DOES shop at whole foods). and like, there i am, sitting in my room listening to law and order but not really watching... longing for the days of promise when we moved into 525 east 13th those years ago (lured somewhat but not entirely by the broker who claimed that one of the other residents was a law and order castmember). my hair is 25 different colors and my nails are generally black. im taking more and more creative liberties with my pattern-matching, clothes-wise, and i just know that despite hiding behind my face full of shades, every savvy person in our elevator is asking questions. i smile at babies and then feel bad about it because i wonder if the moms can smell weed... its pretty mental how a five-or-so block move can completely alter ones state of mind. i felt so at ease in the east village. i could run to the corner in sweatpants tucked into socks worn with flipflops, and fuck you who cared? but now, taming myself for my new public consumption is becoming more and more of a challenge.
summer tv blows more than the pussycat dolls - this season of the real world is obscenely pitiful, the fresh meat challenge serves as a constant reminder as to why couples suck, even the hills isnt serving the purpose i hoped it would. ive lost my love for iron chef (might have something to do with that overload sarah and i endured last summer), and the gods of reality have completely sapped me of my will to live. (please someone start a countdown to the new season of p-run!). ive found myself watching buttloads of "supergroup" and reruns of mtv unplugged (ps - where the FUCK did that show go?) to pass the time between mets wins, and its really getting depressing.
but wow, this post has really taken a turn. back to last night. sarah and i were lamenting the fact that the scene has de-aged - cocoon style - around us. were all part of this monster that made it ok for teenagers to slap on the aiden makeup and pose like real tarts for the internet gawker set. its like the walkmen song, when we used to go out we knew everyone we saw.... and now suddenly the fun is gone. or at least, acting like a leaky faucet. were all taking on these roles of increased responsibility and our desires to blow savings on crap outings goes down... down...
thats what made the great adventure trip so awesome last thursday. it was 6 adults playing hooky and spending a day sweating in new jersey. eating dippin dots. drinking beer from collectible steins. taking xanax and riding lollercoasters. and then to top it all off we got to see friends of ours playing this ridiculously amazing rock show. to like, 8 bajillion kids with cell phones. its a funny thing actually - ive realized that quite a bit of the downturn of our social lives has come from the increased success of our friends bands. this might incite the kind of hatred that this blog used to field, but ive been thinking about it. it was only 2-3 years ago when interpol selling out irving plaza was a big deal. in those days, we all used to crawl around lit like careless idiots, greeting the morning and loving the fact that our friends were successful enough to bestow A drink ticket at an afterparty. now, theyve got the same management as coldplay and are working on record number three, and well... you can only imagine where it will go from there. and then theres the killers - who went from wearing the same outfits for months in a row to having clothes designed for em by dior. and how about my chem? sarah made me go see them at irving when they were opening for someone (lord knows who it was) and she kept pre-empting it by saying how gerard was this kinda crazy kid from jerz, but that he had the potential to be an amazing frontman and blah blah... and uh, yeah. going to see our friends bands play has morphed from a dirty booze-soaked trip into the bowels of bowery into this grown up, sometimes drink-free experience on a somewhat impersonal scale, and its like, fuck me, this rules, but i also kinda hate feeling like an adult at the age of 25!
oy. va. voy. someone pleeeeeease remind me how awesome life is at my bday party on thursday?
Friday, June 23, 2006
SWIPE YOUR FLASH PASS
blog reader amy and the one and only jasper future seem to have the same agenda today.... attention everyone! PLEASE SIGN THIS ONLINE PETITION AND GET ART BRUT ON TOP OF THE POPS BEFORE IT ENDS ITS RUN NEXT MONTH:
http://www.petitiononline.com/abtotp
in other news, the annex was fucking INSANE last night. i got there at 130 and could hardly navigate through the hordes of hot people. i dont know who the fuck half of you were, but thank you. thank you thank you thank you. if last night was any indication, thursday nights at the annex are well on their way to matching - if not surpassing - the old fridays at orchard bar. it was so so so cool. i cant wait til my birthday party next week!!!!
oh and you know what else? i love taking back sunday. (yeah take that jasps. you AND emo get to share a post. BOO YA).
blog reader amy and the one and only jasper future seem to have the same agenda today.... attention everyone! PLEASE SIGN THIS ONLINE PETITION AND GET ART BRUT ON TOP OF THE POPS BEFORE IT ENDS ITS RUN NEXT MONTH:
http://www.petitiononline.com/abtotp
in other news, the annex was fucking INSANE last night. i got there at 130 and could hardly navigate through the hordes of hot people. i dont know who the fuck half of you were, but thank you. thank you thank you thank you. if last night was any indication, thursday nights at the annex are well on their way to matching - if not surpassing - the old fridays at orchard bar. it was so so so cool. i cant wait til my birthday party next week!!!!
oh and you know what else? i love taking back sunday. (yeah take that jasps. you AND emo get to share a post. BOO YA).
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT GOES ON
goodness. they always tell you its a bad idea to drink a lot when youre bummed out (i think thats whats known as alcoholism), but lord knows i lost that memo last week (may i submit for your approval the following conversation between gurj and myself on saturday: G: what did you do all week? K: drank a lot. G: where were you? K: well, i know i was at the annex on thursday, and i guess i was at the annex on wednesday after we are scientists, but the only reason i know that really is because jason told me hed never seen me that drunk. where the fuck was i on tuesday? *2 hours later* k: HOLY SHIT I SAW RADIOHEAD!). thank goodness for weekends and a bunch of tanning decompression.
my life has been a bit messy lately. i quit my job (in pursuit of bigger and better things, worry you not), i broke my own heart - you know, typical quarter-life-crisis nonsense (yes, i turn 25 in a week). thankfully ive had friends kicking some serious ass in the cheering department - with tarts of pleasure gigs and gurj bassi sandwich-a-thons being the best theyve been in ages. ive also been trying desperately to work an old friend into the mix. my friend lucy and i have been like sisters since grade school. our lives kicked ass when we lived down 13th street from one another. but then in the past year she has both moved uptown (like waaaaay uptown, sorry girl) and gotten engaged. which is awesome for her, shitty for me. weve been trying to reconcile our situational differences, but seeing as im a crappy phone person and shes quite possibly the worst IM-er ever, its hard. so in recent weeks ive been trying to figure out a balance between my downtown existence and my previous life (which has become increasingly hard with my new jobless situation, seeing as i need all the DJing i can handle to pay bills), and it unfortunately turned into a lot of withdrawal (personal, not physical) and two buck chuck consumption. damn you trader joes.
the other element thats led to my hermit-ude is the good ole NEW YORK MOTHERFUCKIN METS. ok, im not gonna turn this into a baseball blog anytime soon, but holy hell if these mets arent the best team since i first became a fan in 1986 (no, i was not a bandwagon jumper, i was 5 years old). not only do i totes plan on marrying david wright (sorry matt rubano, i promise well get divorced in time for our nuptuals in 10 years), but i cant get enough of pedro martinez' dugout moves, delgados notebook (is there ANYTHING notebooks cant do?) and good ole fart franco stealin those damn bases day after day. they are such a fun team to watch and have incited heated IM-ing circles among me and my male friends (my friend alex insists that i update him batter by batter if hes out and away from a tv). so yeah, if you dont see me out before 11 pm, chances are theres a game on.
tomorrow night is the final night of the young love residency at the annex. the first two weeks were glorious. packed to the fucking gills. the difference in performance from week to week was astronomical. week one was a band who had never played before a live audience. week two was a powerhouse about to break the hearts of the world. i remember (ah, memory) grabbing sarah at least 50 times during their set last thursday and going "holy shit man, they are GOOD." they have everything - hooks, looks, presence, friends, beats - everything. its gonna be mega when that record comes out. i cant believe we got to have them first. its seriously bringing me and sar back to our glory days with the nascent killers. like, that moment when you first hear a demo and are like, no matter how many detractors write this off as cheesy or trite or whatever, this shit is TALENT. its gold. its huge. im so excited for week three.
(and then, next week - june 29 - its the grand karenplusone / lauren gitlin birthday bash at stolen transmission. those of you who are my friends on myspace have seen the flyer and know the deets, the rest of you will have to wait til next week. but trust me. its worth it. guest djs galore, and one of the most entertaining live bands ive seen with art brut. yeah, thats my hint for the day).
goodness. they always tell you its a bad idea to drink a lot when youre bummed out (i think thats whats known as alcoholism), but lord knows i lost that memo last week (may i submit for your approval the following conversation between gurj and myself on saturday: G: what did you do all week? K: drank a lot. G: where were you? K: well, i know i was at the annex on thursday, and i guess i was at the annex on wednesday after we are scientists, but the only reason i know that really is because jason told me hed never seen me that drunk. where the fuck was i on tuesday? *2 hours later* k: HOLY SHIT I SAW RADIOHEAD!). thank goodness for weekends and a bunch of tanning decompression.
my life has been a bit messy lately. i quit my job (in pursuit of bigger and better things, worry you not), i broke my own heart - you know, typical quarter-life-crisis nonsense (yes, i turn 25 in a week). thankfully ive had friends kicking some serious ass in the cheering department - with tarts of pleasure gigs and gurj bassi sandwich-a-thons being the best theyve been in ages. ive also been trying desperately to work an old friend into the mix. my friend lucy and i have been like sisters since grade school. our lives kicked ass when we lived down 13th street from one another. but then in the past year she has both moved uptown (like waaaaay uptown, sorry girl) and gotten engaged. which is awesome for her, shitty for me. weve been trying to reconcile our situational differences, but seeing as im a crappy phone person and shes quite possibly the worst IM-er ever, its hard. so in recent weeks ive been trying to figure out a balance between my downtown existence and my previous life (which has become increasingly hard with my new jobless situation, seeing as i need all the DJing i can handle to pay bills), and it unfortunately turned into a lot of withdrawal (personal, not physical) and two buck chuck consumption. damn you trader joes.
the other element thats led to my hermit-ude is the good ole NEW YORK MOTHERFUCKIN METS. ok, im not gonna turn this into a baseball blog anytime soon, but holy hell if these mets arent the best team since i first became a fan in 1986 (no, i was not a bandwagon jumper, i was 5 years old). not only do i totes plan on marrying david wright (sorry matt rubano, i promise well get divorced in time for our nuptuals in 10 years), but i cant get enough of pedro martinez' dugout moves, delgados notebook (is there ANYTHING notebooks cant do?) and good ole fart franco stealin those damn bases day after day. they are such a fun team to watch and have incited heated IM-ing circles among me and my male friends (my friend alex insists that i update him batter by batter if hes out and away from a tv). so yeah, if you dont see me out before 11 pm, chances are theres a game on.
tomorrow night is the final night of the young love residency at the annex. the first two weeks were glorious. packed to the fucking gills. the difference in performance from week to week was astronomical. week one was a band who had never played before a live audience. week two was a powerhouse about to break the hearts of the world. i remember (ah, memory) grabbing sarah at least 50 times during their set last thursday and going "holy shit man, they are GOOD." they have everything - hooks, looks, presence, friends, beats - everything. its gonna be mega when that record comes out. i cant believe we got to have them first. its seriously bringing me and sar back to our glory days with the nascent killers. like, that moment when you first hear a demo and are like, no matter how many detractors write this off as cheesy or trite or whatever, this shit is TALENT. its gold. its huge. im so excited for week three.
(and then, next week - june 29 - its the grand karenplusone / lauren gitlin birthday bash at stolen transmission. those of you who are my friends on myspace have seen the flyer and know the deets, the rest of you will have to wait til next week. but trust me. its worth it. guest djs galore, and one of the most entertaining live bands ive seen with art brut. yeah, thats my hint for the day).
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
OK, SAR, YOU AND MIKEY ARE STILL COOL, CHAT ROOM OR NOT
ok, full disclosure - i dont know SHIT about radiohead. when i was 15 years old i had this "best friend" who was super into them - she used to hold me hostage in her apartment, playing "no alarms, no surprises" and "karma police" over and over - i HATED it. hated his voice. (mind - i was into bush and live at the time, k?). years passed, the friendship faded (as they do), and radiohead was forever embedded in my mind as that annoyingly pompous band that said friend was obsessed with. so i never bothered. plenty of other fish to fry. then, approximately 6 years later i met the bunny named s. lewitinn who was equally if not more so obsessed with thom yorke and co. we got along because she accepted my love of queen and i accepted hers of radiohead with little need for exploration. agreed to disagree, so to speak. flash forward to last night.
one of my delightful coworkers is planning on seeing radiohead 6 times on this run. shes a fan club member. this was new heights. i couldnt turn a corner without hearing some peer of mine shitting bricks about getting tickets to these MSG shows. i finally buckled down and decided it was my turn to see what the fuck the fuss is about. i mean, my music taste has matured shitloads (id like to think) since 1996, so i figured i might actually be ready to swallow the squealing. and you know what? i was. like, MEGA ready. i was fucking floored. leslie and i stood in the pit with the rest of the general admission crew (and you know what else? it felt so fucking good to NOT be up in the boxes with the usual punters. it was so unusual to be at a show for the sake of discovery and enjoyment - as opposed to networking - that it almost made me cry). i knew a grand total of 2 songs that radiohead played last night ("fake plastic trees" and "everything in its right place") and yet it was one of the best experiences ive had in ages.
it made me realize why my beloved cooper temple clause get so much flack. i mean, i LOVE tctc, but now i think it might have a lot to do with the fact that i discovered them before radiohead. not to take away from the coopers, i just recognize that the greater public may have taken them as full-on radiohead ripoffs, and after seeing the radiohead show last night, i see that theyre a tough act to follow (though i will say, the cooper temple clause live are fucking amazing as well).
anyway, after the gig, leslie and i got pissed on by a homeless guy and while she ran home to shower, i decided to bring the gold to black and white. the kill hannah crew was in town and i just went up to every person i could find to see if they could hook me up with johnny greenwood (yes, i know im approx 18 years late on this one). craig from head automatica and i played the mutual appreciation game - he recognized me from djing, and i, uh, had no clue who he was til greg kill hannah told me he was in head automatica, then i got all fawning and embarassing like. i had one drink (whoa) and decided to call it a night. went home and listened to the taking back sunday kids on loveline. hilarity. i tried desperately to get we are scientists on the phone so we could call in and harass matt together (theres an adorbs romance budding there)... but alas, the line left open for us remained flooded with calls from confused 13 year olds.
off to see the scientists and monkeys now...
ok, full disclosure - i dont know SHIT about radiohead. when i was 15 years old i had this "best friend" who was super into them - she used to hold me hostage in her apartment, playing "no alarms, no surprises" and "karma police" over and over - i HATED it. hated his voice. (mind - i was into bush and live at the time, k?). years passed, the friendship faded (as they do), and radiohead was forever embedded in my mind as that annoyingly pompous band that said friend was obsessed with. so i never bothered. plenty of other fish to fry. then, approximately 6 years later i met the bunny named s. lewitinn who was equally if not more so obsessed with thom yorke and co. we got along because she accepted my love of queen and i accepted hers of radiohead with little need for exploration. agreed to disagree, so to speak. flash forward to last night.
one of my delightful coworkers is planning on seeing radiohead 6 times on this run. shes a fan club member. this was new heights. i couldnt turn a corner without hearing some peer of mine shitting bricks about getting tickets to these MSG shows. i finally buckled down and decided it was my turn to see what the fuck the fuss is about. i mean, my music taste has matured shitloads (id like to think) since 1996, so i figured i might actually be ready to swallow the squealing. and you know what? i was. like, MEGA ready. i was fucking floored. leslie and i stood in the pit with the rest of the general admission crew (and you know what else? it felt so fucking good to NOT be up in the boxes with the usual punters. it was so unusual to be at a show for the sake of discovery and enjoyment - as opposed to networking - that it almost made me cry). i knew a grand total of 2 songs that radiohead played last night ("fake plastic trees" and "everything in its right place") and yet it was one of the best experiences ive had in ages.
it made me realize why my beloved cooper temple clause get so much flack. i mean, i LOVE tctc, but now i think it might have a lot to do with the fact that i discovered them before radiohead. not to take away from the coopers, i just recognize that the greater public may have taken them as full-on radiohead ripoffs, and after seeing the radiohead show last night, i see that theyre a tough act to follow (though i will say, the cooper temple clause live are fucking amazing as well).
anyway, after the gig, leslie and i got pissed on by a homeless guy and while she ran home to shower, i decided to bring the gold to black and white. the kill hannah crew was in town and i just went up to every person i could find to see if they could hook me up with johnny greenwood (yes, i know im approx 18 years late on this one). craig from head automatica and i played the mutual appreciation game - he recognized me from djing, and i, uh, had no clue who he was til greg kill hannah told me he was in head automatica, then i got all fawning and embarassing like. i had one drink (whoa) and decided to call it a night. went home and listened to the taking back sunday kids on loveline. hilarity. i tried desperately to get we are scientists on the phone so we could call in and harass matt together (theres an adorbs romance budding there)... but alas, the line left open for us remained flooded with calls from confused 13 year olds.
off to see the scientists and monkeys now...
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