Give Me a Break

Some have already made comments about the fact that I’ve reverted to writing in the first person–something I haven’t done on this site for…years, actually. The question was posed, “Have we come back down to earth?” to me by a snarky reader. The answer to that question is, I suppose I have. Basically I was totally tired of pot shots made at the whole use of “we”. And perhaps now everyone can stop concentrating on my inexplicable use of the third first person plural and start focusing on what really matters–my bad grammar and poor spelling.

I’m going to continue this entry with a bunch of ideas/links that have nothing to do with one another.

Former Miss New York Doll sent me this link today from Fashion Week Daily, which reminded me that I forgot to write about those little girls at the Kaiser Chief’s SPIN performance so let me just mention it now. When I got to the party, I noticed these really young looking girls in the crowd. Granted, I see a lot of young looking girls at shows all the time, but they’re probably in college or something. These girls looked positively like they were 13…and as it turns out, they really are 13. The one with the bob haircut looks like Dakota Fanning’s slightly older sister who probably listens to The Clash and will end up in Teen Vogue one day. I love little girls…because I used (?) to be one.

Unbeknownst to me, this has already been spread around, but the caustic New York Press takes time out of their busy Pope-bashing schedule–now that Jeff Koyen has officially “left the building”–to make sure they terrorize those closer to their home (and their hearts) by flinging a list of the “50 Most Loathsome New Yorkers” out into the world.

It’s really hard to imagine a group of grown individuals who have enough time in the day to actually sit down and compile a list of 50 people they supposedly can’t stand. Shouldn’t they be doing something more productive with their time? Like pushing children off of swings or making fun of people with mental illness? I dunno, but there sure seem to be a lot of bitter folks working at the NYP. I feel like some of the folks who work there must be in desperate need of a hug–or a blog.

A lot of people also seem to be down about The Walkmen show at Irving Plaza, saying they “looked bored” and the sound was bad. That kind of made me laugh. Have you ever seen the Walkmen before? I think they always look kinda bored and/or pained in some way and their music always sounds like a jumbled mess. I really didn’t have a problem with the sound, but I was all the way in the back, so I don’t know what’s up with that.

I gotta say, the only time I’ve ever been bowled over by The Walkmen was back in 2001, when I was first discovering the band. The first time I’d ever heard of them was in Shout! magazine–the issue with The Strokes on the cover. I was intrigued by what I read and I rushed down to St. Mark’s place to find their self-titled EP. I ended up playing that damn thing over and over all summer long, as I stayed in a Columbia dorm.

Interpol at Brownies, 2001The first time I saw them play was October 12, 2001 at Brownies (now the bar known as Hi-Fi) during CMJ. I wasn’t old enough to get into the venue, but the bouncer let me in anyway. I got there early because this girl in my journalism class had been telling me about the opening band for weeks and weeks because her roommate was in the group. I was kinda excited to see them, but then they started playing. They were a mopey, unpolished quartet whose music made me want to hit my head against the wall. They were called Interpol. Even though I didn’t like them very much, I grabbed their set list for no apparent reason.

Needless to say I was really psyched when the Walkmen came on, playing their amazing blend of…I don’t know what you call it–melodic jangling rock. It was so wonderful to be exposed to a band who didn’t sound like anyone else.

The Walkmen at Barnard College, 2001I mangaged to head out to see them play Barnard a month later, and I still loved them. At the time I felt that I was part of a handful of people who knew of this special band. It was a very exciting time.

I like to remember times like these when I see bands like The Walkmen…especially because to me, bands like them are hard to tolerate in the large shows they play now. Sometimes the environment is so distracting–there are too many people around you, you just bought an overpriced beer, some really tall dude is standing in front of you and you can’t see–that it’s hard to focus on not being a snot about the whole thing.

Granted, The Walkmen show was far from being the best show I’ve ever seen by them. But all I gots to say is that the tickets were only five bucks, and the money is going toward a good cause, and The Walkmen really are a special band with some excellent songs–so just save your whining…Preferably for the next Interpol show.

8 thoughts on “Give Me a Break”

  1. What’s up with all the anonymous assholes populating the internet with no balls & nothing better to do than to insult others in a public arena?

  2. It would actually be “without balls” or perhaps “ball-less”- but “with no balls” is just another sad example of poor grammer.

  3. Great post!

    It was only five bucks (free, by New York standards), yet people still find a reason to b*tch. I wish I would’ve been there (cuz I can’t stop listening to their music).

    Please, take me next time… ;)

  4. Great post!

    It was only five bucks (free, by New York standards), yet people still find a reason to b*tch. I wish I would’ve been there (cuz I can’t stop listening to their music).

    Please, take me next time… ;)

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