May 22, 2006
So I've been a bit hobbled recently with a fractured fibula, aka broken leg, and am often faced with the cripple's conundrum, how do I get to shows? The answer is slowly. I made it out to see The Concretes, a sweet pop band who made the trip all the way from Sweden, (that relaxing country in northern Europe) to the Bowery Ballroom. I figured that they had flown across the Atlantic, the least I could do was hop five or six blocks. The security was nice enough to let me in the back way, avoiding those dastardly steps around nyc has been a new pastime of mine. The band filled with the stage with their eight members, and sang simple songs in English about unrequited love, mountains, and the sky. They even played a waltz in their encore and asked the audience to grab a partner and dance. I looked around for cripple girl to dance with but didn't find one. During my peformance of the difficult three-legged waltz I noticed an old Swedish friend and after the show asked for her thought. She said she enjoyed the show but the lead singer, who often seemed childlike, nervous, confused, and spacey was putting on act for the Americans, and that when playing in Sweden, has a totally different stage presence. My friend seemed offended by it. I enjoyed when the horns would chirp and they reminded me of a lighter poppy Belle and Sebastian. My cool waiter Danny, at the local organic eat spot described them as soft, precious harps. Check out the Concretes if you feel like floating for a while, I know I do.
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May 08, 2006
Siberia. It’s cold, very cold. In Russia you get sent there and most likely, you’ll never return. Once in the LES, this unbelievable (I won’t event try to describe) creature from Siberia stopped me and asked where Washington Square Park was located. The only time I’ve ever gone there is the Siberia Bar situated on 40th St around Port Authority (look for the red light above the door with no sign). It’s a great bar with a have fun atmosphere and a solid juke. I was there recently to see the Countess, a vocal rocker, perform with her band The Cunt Rock Revolution. I walked down the stairs to a dimly lit basement and saw the woman in white starting to warm the cold crowd. She showed her versatility with dance numbers that would fit in at the Copacabana (and warm those prisoners in the cold) and love songs that could be written on small napkins. Often engaging, every bit a Lady, check out the Countess as she serenades the dear prisoners at her Monday night residency this month…in Siberia.
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May 08, 2006
The Robbers on High Street were stealing the stage at the Mercury Lounge for a night so I went to listen in to the sounds of their strumming. The place was packed with your regular college indie-rock fans and I made my way to the front. I started talking to this Asian chick next to me about the band, (she said she was a friend of the guitarist) and she said if I tasted her drink and guessed it she would get me one. I took a sip and knew it was grapefruit vodka and yes, she honored her bet, although she gave me the cash and made me go get the drink myself. I really thought the band’s rhythm and bass section held down the show for them, the lead singer reminded me a bit of Britt Daniels from Spoon and their songs generally had the same feel to them. Another night on the town, another free drink, I said goodbye to my generous friend and headed out.
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