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Join us at the opening reception of 120dB, a group photo show of concert photography at Cake Shop (152 Ludlow Street, NYC) on April 6th from 6-9pm.
The exhibit showcases the work of thirteen female concert photographers prominently featured in Stereogum, Brooklyn Vegan, Prefix, Impose, Village Voice, NPR, House List and many other sites and publications. Participating photographers include: Jessica Amaya • Abbey Braden• Amanda Hatfield • Leia Jospe • Devyn Manibo • Samantha Marble • Gabi Porter • Emily Tan • Tear-n Tan • Maryanne Ventrice • Diana Wong • Dana distortion) Yavin • Laura Young
Have you ever wondered what on Earth those poor souls who are stuck managing “the list” at the doors of clubs and music venues do for hours and hours while everyone else is inside enjoying themselves?
What could they possibly be doing to keep themselves from perpetual boredom as they’re positioned behind those podiums, or standing around with those official-looking clipboards?
One door girl has decided to reveal the fruits of all that seemingly less-than-interesting labor with her new blog “Door Girl Art,” which showcases all the music-inspired doodles she draws while guarding the door.
You knew it couldn’t last long…that’s right, Ryan Adams‘s addiction to the internet has called him back to the blogging world, this time complete with real-time updates via his new Twitter account @ryanada_ms.
Clearly he was inspired by the few minutes he hijacked wifey Mandy Moore’s Twitter account @themandymoore last week.
Guess who’s back…and who’s taking the photos…
In addition to the up-to-the minute tweets, everyone’s favorite oversharing musician has also unleashed a brand new website, ryanada.ms which features a pretty mean picture of Ry Ry shredding up some bowl or swimming pool whilst on a skateboard emblazoned with the word “WEREWOLPH” (see below).
Although Gwyneth reportedly refused to speak to the NY Times while the reporter, Bob Morris, was writing the article–with her publicist Stephen Huvane stating that it would be “’premature’ to discuss her lifestyle ventures,” for the purpose of the piece, it seems as though Gwynie has decided to peel back some of her silence about her internet project.
Speaking to People at a benefit in NYC for Bent On Learning, Gwyneth said, “I think the people who are criticizing it or criticizing the idea of it, don’t really get it, because if they did, they would like it.”
Paltrow went on to defend the validity of her website by commenting, “My friends call me all the time to say, ‘Where should I go?’ or ‘What should I do?’ And I thought, you know maybe some other people would be interested in it as well, so I started it, and it’s doing great.”
Oh if I had a dime for every time I heard someone say that…
What do you think of GP’s site, Goop.com? A waste of digital space, or a valuable new source of information?
Hey dudes and dudettes, if you are so inclined to listen to podcasts on the interweb, please check out the slew of shows being released at Blog Fresh Radio in partnership with The Hype Machine. They are counting down the top artists/albums of 2008, and you can catch lil’ old me mindlessly blathering about a few of them on said program.
In one episode I obsessively gush about Ryan Adams (Are you surprised?) and my girl-crush on Zooey Deschanel.
The kids have gotten rid of the beloved headphones from their logo, and you can now…er.. RATE THE COMMENTS. (I suspect that this is what Dante meant when he was describing the “Nine Layers of Blogging Hell.”)
A little shout-out to my friend Sarah. You may know her as the top banana over at indie music label Stolen Transmissionor as international arbiter of mirth and merriment, Ultragrrrl, but she’s got a new job as the blogger for a new blog called Almack’s Dance Hall (which is run by Universal records). She will be going out every night to a different show and reporting on it, which makes me simultaneously jealous and exhausted thinking about this ambitious feat.
Ah yes, there was once a time when I would go out every night, go see a band (or two… or three!), crash into my little extra long twin bed at my college dorm and then stumble in, bleary-eyed, into class only a few hours later.