Last night I had the pleasure of seeing Sondre Lerche at Maxwell’s in Hoboken, NJ, for the last show of his month-long tour promoting the Dan In Real Life soundtrack.
Got home a little late (and fell asleep watching the latest Dexter online), so more thoughts/pictures later.
Setting the Beat, and the Style – New York Times
In fact, Justine D., as she is known to her public, is on cozier terms with a turntable than she is with a cutting table; her medium is vinyl — the kind that spins.
The old fogey in me loves the spirit of this email:
Ok guys. It’s time to live life in retrospect. Things were easier (and much more fun) back then. This email isn’t about your run-of-the-mill party. It’s about the gathering of friends under the umbrella of a common cause. To take back the nightlife. To have a place in the East Village that’s devoid of douche. A place where you can hear the songs you used to f-ck to. The songs you remembered as you waited on that long bathroom line. This is something to fill the void in conversation when a friend asks you “what did you do this weekend?” or “what’s there to do in New York City on a Friday night?” But you know what? F-ck it. They won’t even be asking, because the point of this new incarnation of Stolen Transmission is that it will become a given. The given that Orchard Bar once was. Your friends will be there. And everyone else will soon want to be. Let’s make this one for the diaries.
Sarah and I went to check it out yesterday. It smells like Lit circa 2003. Aka, AWESOME.
THE HANGER BAR
3rd street between B and C (north side of 3rd).
11 pm til 4 am every Friday (as in, starting TOMORROW).
We will have a bottle of booze in the DJ booth (and can provide the same for any afterparty entourage). We also may or may not have our own private back room. Just sayin.
They have been taking control of the decks for years, but now women are ganging up to take the male-dominated club scene by storm, reports Sîan Norris
Tickets for Othello at the Donmar are now changing hands for £1,200. The draw is Ewan McGregor – but the real star of the show may well turn out to be Kelly Reilly. Stuart Jeffries meets her.
Looks like Drew Barrymore and “Mac guy” Justin Long are getting serious. The He’s Just Not That Into You costars spent Thanksgiving with Long’s family in his hometown of Fairfield, Conn.
Early in the series’s first season a performance by Elton John and Ryan Adams was planned. As the members of the audience took their places, Mr. John and Mr. Adams were huddled anxiously on Mr. John’s tour bus with Mr. Flanagan.
While we were standing outside the Morrison Hotel, the Backseat Blogger thought that he saw Julian Casablancas walking by. (I have my doubts.) I didn’t get a good look, my back was toward the sidewalk, so I can’t confirm or deny, but it made me get a hankering for some Strokes and all things NYC circa 2001. As luck would have it, I got this email today:
Hello,
Please check out this video of the Strokes. It’s an unedited film by Colin Lane, their unofficial official photographer and shot in the style of Andy Warhol’s Factory screen tests. FYI there is no sound. Check it out and let me know what you think if you have a sec.
The video is a lead up to the upcoming 50th issue of the FADER and more extras (such as this video) will be available on the site in the coming weeks. The 50th issue of the FADER will be available for download for free at iTunes very soon, along with an accompanying audio mix.
The above linked story makes me a little nostalgic to those simpler times. A time before everyone and their mom had a blog, where bands still given the room to grow and mature before being heralded as the NEXT BIG THING (of this week). Maybe I’m just getting old, but I look back fondly at those days.
Here’s a semi-recent photo of Julian at a Jets game with Jason Schwartzman:
WHAT follows is, in brief (well, not so brief), the curious tale of how a handsome black man who can also look an awful lot like a beautiful black woman, except with better legs than most and a beard, happened to end up on the November cover of French Vog
Eight thousand miles from Manhattan, barefoot, shirtless, whip-thin men rippled with muscle were forging prosaic pieces of the urban jigsaw puzzle: manhole covers.
Hawthorne Heights guitarist Casey Calvert passed away Friday (Nov. 23) on the band’s tour bus in Washington, D.C. He was 25. The cause of death has yet to be announced, although early reports suggest it may be related to acute asthma.