Oh shut up. It’s perfectly safe. Not gross. Very, very funny.
Last night I coincidentally wound up at South Street Seaport. I’d forgotten they were featuring free band concerts Friday evenings. As I approached the Seaport area, I heard this music that called to me. I couldn’t escape and went to investigate.
I wound up hearing a band called The National.
And they were killer.
I didn’t have a camera with me, so no photos.
Thanks to lousy weather, their 7PM start date apparently was an hour or so late, otherwise I would have missed them completely at the time I was passing by.
What kills me is that one of the songs they played, Fake Empire, is also on their MySpace page. Incredibly, as good as the recording is, it just pales in comparison to what I heard live. If they’re coming to your area — and their MySpace page lists an extensive tour happening — get out to see them. You’ll be damned glad you did.
Oh man, thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks!
A brilliant, genius system to maximize tearing through the jillions of groups and songs that are out there to find ones you really like but never before discovered.
(Also sent out as MySpace Bulletin where I encountered it first. I’m damned glad he also posted it on his site for everyone else to learn from.)
Previously in this blog:(Warren Ellis)
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Warren Ellis Quotes Dennis Potter!
(First?) Laugh Of The Day: Warren Ellis
Warren Ellis Is Shocked, Shocked!
Sample Warren Ellis’s Upcoming Novel For Free
Ah, Now I’ll Never Have To Try Red Bullshit!
Bless The Maker And His Water. Bless His Coming And Going.
Now I Know Why Warren Ellis Is Mesmerized By Twittervision
Victor Gischler Has A New Internet Berth
Damn You, Warren Ellis!!!
Things I Never Heard Of Before And Wish I’d Never Heard Of Now
Warren Ellis Speaks Truth!
A Part Of The Web Is Being Killed
Blogroll Additions: Warren Ellis & Sinfest
Go See This Fantastic Animation Video!
Warren Ellis Has Too Much Fun
Warren Ellis Has A Crooked Little Brain. And I Thank God For It, Too!
Warren Ellis Chimes In On The Blog Nazis Too
Photo Album: Leatherman
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Warren Ellis Puts His Fingers Into My Head And Plays With My Brain, Again!
Harlan Ellison: Hyperactive Squared!
Note To Myself: Get This Movie!
The Future Officially Began On February 16, 1978
Warren Ellis’s Worst(?) Nightmare
And Then Google’s Stock Finally Thank You Jesus Crashes And Takes The Entire Global Economy Down The Toilet, Thank You Science!
Aum Shinrikyo Redux
TV: From Infinity to Affinity
Congratulations to Warren Ellis
Even More Delays…
Previously in this blog:(music)
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Why You Should Be On MySpace
There. Aren’t. Enough. Hours. In. A. Day.
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Three times this week I’ve seen people — OK, males (I won’t call them men) — wail or giggle about real men who carry shoulder bags.
What the fuck is this shit?
I’ve been carrying a fucking bag on my shoulders since nineteen fucking eighty-four.
And guess what?
In New York City, that was considered late to the game.
I’ve blown out my left shoulder several times from the weight of the goddammed bag. My back doctor was amazed at how “developed” my left shoulder is compared to my right (well, fuck, gotta keep the right side free for the occasional fist swing). Now I’m carrying it on my right shoulder because my left can no longer take it (for the occasional fist, I’m resigned to just dumping the fucking bag onto the concrete and hoping nothing inside will break — much).
I don’t know how the hell anyone can claim to be an intelligent man here in the twenty-first century future without heaving a damned bag on your shoulder.
Where am I supposed to put my three AC adapters? What about the 1-3 books I usually have (sometimes more if I’m bringing returns to the NYPL)? The 2-3 bottles or 4 cans of soda? My folding keyboard? Paper towels (to wipe rain off a bench or stanch the occasional bit of blood — that latter hasn’t happened yet)? Snack foods? Folding umbrella? Things I’ve picked up in a store? And all the other shit packed in that bag?
My bag is usually ten pounds to begin with. Sometimes it’s gotten up to twenty (hence the forlorn and protesting left shoulder).
Anyone I see without a shoulder bag I eye with deep suspicion. I can immediately see that person doesn’t read, is probably afraid of looking like a “girl” or a “queer,” most likely couldn’t use a computer even if the payoff was hot sex with a supermodel, and fuck all is someone I’d rather not have in my proximity.
So stop all this shit about “man bags.” Grow the fuck up. It’s sign of IQ, goddammit. Shoulder it with some self-respect.
And for the males — who are clearly not men — who are still all ascared: in all the years I’ve been lugging mine, I have never gotten any comments about looking like a “girl” or a “queer.” Maybe that’s because I live in New York City, where most of the people are fucking grown-ups.