tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58765882009-12-04T02:17:15.780-05:00Do I take it out or do I leave it in?Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763276546424083702noreply@blogger.comBlogger582125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876588.post-88422768258219098282009-06-25T12:15:00.004-04:002009-06-25T12:46:19.633-04:00

THE HUMAN STROBEOne of my Cardiff friends is in town (that would be LeeG), so last night I invited him and his lovely girlfriend to join me and some friends at the Living Room on Ludlow for a free acoustic performance by Vince from Army of Me. Said group of friends (that would be Vince, Josh, Junior and DWall) went out for some crazy pizza afterwards and discussed the finer points of um...

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I DON'T LIKE IT IF IT DON'T GLEAM CLEANIt's been a rare thing having new music to get excited about. Obviously I've gone on at (not-too-much) length about the Horrors and White Rabbits and Art Brut... not to mention my fully unbiased appreciation for that Ladyhawke record and the debut from Hatcham Social. And now this. I've been waiting for the green light to share this with everyone. And

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HERE INSIDE I LIKE METALI have been wearing the fuck out of my "Sleep Now in the Fire" playlist. I originally put it together as a going-to-sleep aid (hence the name), but eventually, it became the soundtrack to my October stint of London living. And now, coming off the high of NIN/JA mania, it's pretty much all I can listen to (though, I will say, it doesn't sound quite as perfect as it did on

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A DARK BLACK PAST IS MY MOST VALUED POSSESSION(photo above by my buddy Guy Eppel)So far so good. Have managed to get through two of the five Art Brut nights without falling over and without being late to work. I think we've collectively matured to the point where I can announce an early exit (early being say... 2 am), and the guys are quick to follow (not literally). Maybe we relish being able

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THE SKY SET OUT LIKE A PATHWAYThat's what happens when you leave a friend alone with your laptop. Faris the menace. Anyway, having the boys back in town was really good fun, albeit draining to the max. They played two gigs with the Kills and ruled em like the champs I've always known them to be. It's so great seeing a band get their critical due (though of course it would've been nice for the

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THE GAME OF PERFECT MOMENTSFor the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story.I wanted the moments of my life

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IN THE SHADOW OF THE NEW YORK SKYLINEMy coworker knows to remind me to watch American Idol. See, I'm really crap at watching television. And it's not that I don't like it - I just don't have the interest/gumption/attention span/memory/whatever to remember when things are on. Yes, yes, I know that's what DVR is for, but my DVR is pretty logjammed with old movies. Things like Faster Pussycat,

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LOVE THE LIFESTYLE IF YOU FEEL ITBrain salad cuz my brain is, well... salad. Spent a few days holed up on the UWS - entertained because of the memories it invoked and because my idle chatter was most likely the catalyst for the Wat's dream about us being on Gossip Girl, despite the fact that neither one of us has seen an episode. (Imran, if you're reading this - you were in the dream as well.

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SAVE IT TIL THE MORNING AFTERI have discovered a new species of predator. Hockey wives. Or girlfriends. Or, wannabe hockey wives and girlfriends. PA and I went to the Ranger game last night and spent the post-game hour or so in the green room. I've never felt so uncomfortable in a green room in my life - and I mean, I've been in a lot of fuckin green rooms. I think girls can smell the fear

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EAST LONDON IS A VAMPIREHad dinner with Russell and his amazing fiancee Mel before the Bloc Party gig on Tuesday. Russell and I always take time out for hangs when we're in the same city - usually to reminisce about past shenanigans, but also to catch each other up on recent activities. Quite a bit of Tuesday's dinner was devoted to Ian's new DJ project, L'Amour LA Morgue. I've been chasing up

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DON'T SURROUND YOURSELF WITH YOURSELFAdam and I were just having a chat based on his iTunes selections. One thing led to another and I've come to realize that I was in fact a Twitterer before tweeting was even remotely imposed on the human condition (seriously, its now reached freakish levels). Back in the day, ie, around the time I started this blog, Brigid and I had the most ramshackle

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I CAN FEEL IT, I CONCEAL ITApparently Papa Roach have been a band for ten years. Apparently the singer is called Jacoby Shaddix, formerly known as COBY DICK. Really? Coby Dick? How could I not have known this? (Okay, truth - I probably did know this at some point, but conveniently forgot before accepting Galea's invitation to join him at Blender last night). Had I been able to ignore the

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ALL MY OLD WORLD STORIES TAKE ME BACK AGAINListen to that song. That song is amazing. (That slide show is amazing, but for entirely different reasons, obvs). My dear friend Chris sent it to me the other day and we have been wanging over it ever since.Me: i can't get that starsailor/b flow track out of my head. i just listened to it six times in a row on my lunch break.C: it's fucking

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I'M THE FEAR ADDICTEDI'm like a shark on city streets. If I stop moving, I sink. This isn't meant to be a quaint metaphor, but rather an explanation of why I'm such an asshole when I walk. It's why I have such a vicious sense of entitlement when it comes to right of way. Forgive me, but when I'm listening to an awesome playlist, I move. My stride is always long and my patience always short.

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THERE IS SOMETHING YOU WANT TO SAY, I'M NOT ASKINGMidnight on last Wednesday. I was at Mercury Lounge enjoying my favorite New York band White Rabbits, tits deep in vodka and anticipation for a somewhat spontaneous long weekend in LA. There were your traditional New York indie industry wanks claiming the opener was something special and my traditional take-your-pants-off catcall. White Rabbits

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A NECKLACE FOR ME OF CHEMISTRYOmg, I tried. I tried to like you, indie rock. But then I was assigned to write about three "up and comers" for a to-remain-nameless publication - and actually considered self-harm. And then I gave you another go. Watched Subterranean in the hopes of being converted. But then these other bands - these Of Montreals and Ra Ra Riots, they single-handedly (or is

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EVERYTHING HAS CHAINS, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING'S CHANGEDSaturday was marked by an unwittingly romantic brunch with Sarah, when we ended up at a place called Tapeo 29 on a corner of Clinton street (this after we discovered that every one of our traditional brunch spots has become a veritable shitstorm, particularly on a mildly-temperatured afternoon). The bloody marys were spicy and bottomless which

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RUNNING TO STAND STILLFirst things first, I am days away from hearing Art Brut's new, Frank-Black-produced record. SO FUCKING STOKED. New Brut eye candy:I love the Brut, and if the tricklings of stories from their Oregon trail of a recording experience are anything to go on, this record will be just as smile-inducing as their past output, and lord knows we could all use some smiles.That said,

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TOUCH ME AGAIN FOR THE WORDS THAT YOU WILL HEAR EVERMOREHoly. Effing. Amazingballs. I have loved Metallica since I was 10 years old. On Saturday night I was out drinking with them til 3 am. End of story. I couldn't even bring myself to speak to James and Kirk and Rob because I was too shy and fangirl embarrassed. I just gawked, and accepted Lars' apology when he and Sune got too into the

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STOPLIGHTS ARE SWAYING AND THE PHONE LINES ARE DOWN"I can say one thing for Kings of Leon, they sure bring out the beautiful girls." So said Hardeep as he joined me at the Garden last night. Flash forward to the end of the gig when Keith, Christian and I stood chatting before the aftershow (I voiced my disdain for the lack of "True Love Way" - AGAIN, I might add; they shafted me at Brixton as

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POOR AND TIRED, BUT MORE THAN THISSarah and I went to Brooklyn with B Flow. That was the culmination of a night that went from zero to messy in the span of a concert. I would say I don't know how we ended up in such twilight zone disarray, but then I remember the moment a few songs into the Killers' set when the guy next to me caught me swigging from the Kombucha bottle in my bag. "What is

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I'M TAKIN FLIGHT, I SAID, I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGHI was compelled to revisit the first Datsuns record yesterday; don't ask why. I had forgotten how much I love it. (PS, that link is not to their official page, but rather the one with the old tunes of which I speak). Truth is, I would never recommend The Datsuns to someone cold turkey. Every song sounds the same. The production is nothing to

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LIFE'S A JOURNEY NOT A DESTINATIONFriends are aware of my Mets and Rangers obsessions, yes. But Knicks? The Knicks have blown since I was a teen. And yeah, I'm a fair weather fan, what of it? I won't bore you with Knicks recaps, even I don't need the laugh, but I WILL tell you about Danilo Gallinari. Oh. my freegin. gahd. LOOK AT HIM! Could he be any cuter? Yes, yes he could.Mmmmmm.

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WATCHING AS THE WORLD YOU'RE IN SLOWLY TAKES ITS TOLLThings to do in New York when you're bored. For one, make clipart (see above). I think the joy of our DJ reunion has been inspirational on all levels. I did that; Sarah wrote a blog post like she hasn't written in aaaaages, doing the classic video dance like I do almost every late night, curled up with a tea and a VH1 Classic video block.

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INTO THE FLOOD AGAINlaundry day. i like black tights. a lot.Continuing the trend of trying to live 2009 like the fun times, I spent the early hours of the morning at Lit. Sarah was DJing the Glasvegas afterparty, and we decided to mark the occasion with an impromptu Tarts of Pleasure reunion (we hadn't DJed together since September!!). I jokingly told Sarah to bring techno goggles and a rave

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