I couldn’t help but be bemused by the most recent commercials for the Amy Adams/Vampire Weekend episode of Saturday Night Live happening this weekend.
NBC are now airing ads featuring the four New York band members standing behind Amy and an SNL cast member, but instead of watching Amy Adams, who is usually the person talking in almost all the promos, my eyes start gravitating toward VW drummer Chris Tomson. It’s not his dashing good looks that are drawing me in, it’s his completely hilarious barely suppressed goofy grin. I DARE YOU TO LOOK AWAY!
I wonder how many times they had to shoot those promos before the director gave up screaming, “SMILE WITH YOUR EYES, NOT WITH YOUR MOUTH!”
The video example above is by FAR the least of Chris’ grinning crimes. The worst offender? The one where Amy Adams explains that she does not endorse vampires, but werewolves are fine.
The Knitting Factory was running an HOUR late tonight, so I JUST got home now and I’m dead tired. St. Vincent did not go on until AFTER 1am. Torture to my stamina and my feet.
Anyway, I don’t have time to go through the zillion photos I took tonight, so I’ll just leave this picture of Annie Clark’s (AKA- “St. Vincent”) pedal board for you. If the crowd of guys hovering her pedal board after the show is any indication, I’m sure all you techies out there will love examining this picture to figure out her exact setup.
Curious to know what kind of sounds all those pedals help make? Check out this video I took of St. Vincent performing “Your Lips Are Red”:
On the first night of CMJ I took it kind of easy. I headed to an early show at Crash Mansion featuring local act, the pre-teen rockers Care Bears on Fire. You may remember them from their New York magazine article? The Bears’ lead singer (Sophie) and drummer (Isadora) wore matching skirts and stripey tights as they shimmied onto the stage. Bassist Lucio reminded me of a young Nicolai Fraiture as he quietly shuffled to his appointed spot.
Sure the Bears were simply adorable (kids with instruments and tiny Ramones t-shirts automatically = adorable), but more importantly they totally rocked. Simple, catchy guitar riffs made the songs enjoyable, Sophie’s unwaivering (and a little bit creepy) ferocity in the delivery of the lyrics set the tunes over the edge.
Next I went to go get some much needed dinner before finally popping over to The Delancey where I managed to catch the Hot IQs. Fresh off the plane from Denver, CO, this trio served up melodic pop rock. The Hot IQs also have the benefit of having a hot asian girl drummer, who bobbed her head to and fro as she pounded on the drums, keeping time by chewing gum and blowing bubbles.
On Saturday, the 25th of August, at Studio B in Brooklyn, the first blogger-organized After The Jump Fest will be taking place. After the Jump will be an all-day event with a FREE day show (doors at 1pm, bands start at 2pm) and an AMAZING night show to benefit a proposal submitted by the Bronx High School For the Visual Arts (via DonorsChoose.org) for equipment to be used by aspiring DJs, writers, MCs and beat-makers. More info about their proposal HERE.
News: We’re extremely excited to announce the addtion of Free Blood to the night show and Golem to the day show. As well, Sara Schaefer is lined up to be the MC of the day show.
On Monday I went to a screening of Ethan Hawke‘s new old movie, The Hottest State, which is based on his novel of the same name. William (Mark Webber) is a fledgling young actor who falls for a quiet, reserved girl named Sarah (played by Catalina Sandino Moreno) and the movie chronicles the rapid growth and equally rapid decline of their love affair.
I was wary about seeing it, I mean, we all know how disastrous the writer/director/actor thing can be–let alone doing the writer/director/actor thing when you’re an actor adapting your own novel. However, I was pleasantly surprised by the movie–although it seemed very close to the edge of being too self-aware and overly pretentious, it only teetered on that line, never quite spilling over into eye-roll inducing dialog. In fact, there were some pretty genius moments in the film. Continue reading “The Movie I Can’t Get Out of My Mind: Ethan Hawke’s “The Hottest State””
ANSWER: Our band name comes from a Bob Dylan song that’s on the Basement Tapes (the so-called “genuine” basement tapes) called “I Am Your Teenage Prayer”. I don’t think the song has ever been legitimately released anywhere. Currently the only place in New York City where you can hear that song on a jukebox is at the Lakeside Lounge.
Q: I read an interview that claimed all the members of the band were somehow related by blood. Is that fact or fiction?
A: My brother, my cousin and I make up the core of the blood relations, but we have a team of genealogists working round the clock in full faith that if one goes far enough back in our respective family trees, one will find a blood or marriage link to our drummer Kyle Wills. And the same goes for the newest members of the Teenage Prayers, Adam Schatz and Steve Espinola, and our original keyboardist Remy Weber (who still plays with us here in NYC when he can). Those who we can’t connect thru the past will be forced to marry our sisters. Actually, we only have one sister and she’s already married, so they’ll be forced to marry our grandmother. But that’ll be okay. She lives in Utah. Continue reading “After the Jump Preview: Interview with Teenage Prayers”
I really look forward to going to the fest each year, and every freaking year I manage to forget how hot, sweaty, and exhausting the event is until I actually get there. This time I was a bit more prepared than previous times–equipped with a hat, shades, and two bottles of sunblock. Next year I might go as so far as being one of *those* people, who wear a bathing suit underneath their clothing–you know, in case I want to play Hypodermic Needle Hunt in the sand.
Anyhoo…due to the MTA being awesome and deciding to re-route the N/Q trains to run on the R line, I ended up getting to Coney Island a little later than expected–unfortunately missing White Rabbits. I did however arrive in time to catch a bit of Elvis Perkins in Dearland on the Stillwell Stage b/c everything was running late.