Filed under: Comedy, Music, New York, Reading is fun | Tags: eugene mirman, guggenheim, julian plenti, paul banks, rivka galchen
Guys, did you know that Paul Banks was dating 1990s supermodel Helena Christiensen? She was in the audience last Friday for the debut Julian Plenti performance at the Guggenheim’s second “It Came From Brooklyn” night. Also performing were Eugene Mirman, authors Rivka Galchen and Hampton Fancher, and musical acts I’m In You (dirty!) and also in the audience was Carlos D. and a guy I thought was Thurston Moore, but turned out to be one of the waiters.
In case you weren’t aware, Julian Plenti is the solo side-project/alter-ego of Paul Banks, lead singer of Interpol. I’ve been describing his album Julian Plenti… is Skyscraper as Interpol-lite but really, it’s difficult for Banks to distance himself from the NYC band, distinguishing voice that he has. He hit all my favorites at the Guggenheim gig: “Fly As You Might,” “Unwind,” and “Girl on the Sporting News” and that made me so happy that at first I didn’t even notice the glaring omission of “Games For Days,” the song he released and made a sexy sexy video with Emily Haines for. Weird, ’cause his catalog is rather tiny…
Anyway, this is the vid:
See for yourself if he plays it next time because Julian Plenti is currently on tour.
Filed under: Comedy, New York | Tags: aziz ansari, eugene mirman, jessi klein, jim gaffigan, joe mande, kanye, Kumail Nanjiani, marc maron, michael showalter, pete holmes
It’s been an amazing past few days for seeing indie comedy in NYC. Last Thursday through Sunday was the second go-around of Eugene Mirman’s eponymous comedy festival, where I caught the Tearing the Veil of Maya closing night show at The Bell House. Tight sets were delivered by Mirman, Leo Allen, Todd Barry, Michael Showalter, and surprise guests Jim Gaffigan and Reggie Watts. Also, Wyatt Cenac and John Oliver checked in from the Emmys, sending pics to Mirman’s email which was sweet because They R Friendz.
Two things I wish: 1) that I’d hopped a ride in the white Hummer limo rented by Mirman to shuttle audience members back to the Atlantic Avenue subway station, and 2) that I caught the “Ten Drink Minimum” event with Marc Maron and Michael Showalter, where comedians talked about their journey to sobriety. There’s a strong re-cap here. Worth the read.
Last night the funny continued for the fall season opener of Punch Up Your Life , a comedy show hosted by Jessi Klein and Pete Holmes at the independent bookstore Housing Works. I’d always meant to check it out, but last night it was Aziz Ansari on the bill that actually brought me to the venue (he was in town for the Emmys). For some reason, while I’m a fan of Ansari, I’ve never seen him do stand-up live. So to see him for free in a bookstore was a dream situation, kind of like what it must have been before he started hanging with Kanye and being famous and shit.
Klein and Holmes, our lovely hosts for the evening.
I gotta say, though, while Ansari was the main draw, every single one of the comedians last night killed. They included up-and-comer Joe Mande (check out his wonderfully funny blog here), the ubiquitous Kumail Nanjiani (who cracked a joke about getting auditions for all the roles Ansari turned down), surprise guest (again!) Jim Gaffigan, and, of course, Ansari, who seemed hyper-aware of his new celebrity. There was a barrage of camera flashes in the beginning of his set, so much so that he had to ask the audience to stop, but not after giving us a few good poses to blog about (I had already put my camera away by that point and was too lazy to get it out again. Eh.). Later in the set he also outed a girl that was filming him with her iPhone, supposedly for YouTube. We can’t believe he was too upset about that, though, since in the beginning his career was amply helped by the site. Remember this? And this? And the whole Human Giant thing? So good.
On the internet-promotion bent–which Ansari is a master of–last night he did a great bit about a recent Twitter war he had with a random follower. The bit was him basically reading the exchange, an argument about gmail and um, hippos, out loud. You can read the exchange here at Ansari’s twitter. See Sept. 16th.
Oh, and, Padma Lakshmi and James Murphy were there last night.
Aziz Ansari, Joe Mande, Jim Gaffigan, and Kumail Nanjiani.
Filed under: Weird Science | Tags: alf, christopher walken, chuck norris, pee-wee herman, tony danza, zack morris
Guys, I need some help. I wanna get a tattoo to pay homage to my favorite celebrity, but I can’t decide which one I should choose. I thought about this one:
‘Cause I’m a big fan of that movie Blast from the Past.
But then I thought, if I’m gonna get a massive tatt, it should be something more intimidating, no? So then I considered this one:
Because if you want a list of Chuck Norris’s enemies, just check the extinct species list.
But guys, my intent is not to frighten little children. Which is why this one is out:
And mos def this one:
So then I thought, why not get one associated with one of my favorite childhood television shows? You know, that one with the girls and the boys and the “i’m so excited, i’m so excited, i’m so…”
But I’m torn guys. Because while being popular in high school is the shit and all, I think most of us feel like Alien Life Forms navigating this crazy planet. That’s why this one might ultimately be the one I choose:
But if you have suggestions, I’m all ears.
He fell in love with a boy, I ate all the free food, and we were bored, so we did a photo shoot.
Bye bye, fashion week.
Filed under: 'Stache, Uncategorized | Tags: i miss you erinnnnnnnn, los angeles
This is Erin W. This weekend she and I went to a beach in Malibu.
We brought the ‘Stache along. He’d never been to California before. At first he didn’t know how to behave, but then he figured it out.
But then he tried to run away with Erin (he jumped on her head).
(Don’t worry, though. He came back. He always does.)
Filed under: Music, New York | Tags: blender theater, Blueprint 3, holy shit, Jay-Z
So here you go, doubters. Some shitty, shitty pics.
Allow him to re-introduce himself, his name is HOV…
Jay-Z at the DJ Hero showcase, 9/9/09, Blender Theater.
74 minutes of greatest hits bliss, and stuff off the new album.
I’d say go see him Friday at his benefit show at MSG (also the original release date for The Blueprint 3), but that shit is soollld oouutt. If you are an intrepid soul, however, and figure out a way to get in, do it. But don’t try sitting off to a corner, bobbing your head like you’re someone’s grandma. Jay’ll (Z’ll?) call you out, as he did last night to a a tired fan:
“Homeboy sitting on the steps — this ain’t a poetry reading. You fucking my whole vibe up and shit…”
Last night it was just some light jabbing amongst friends. But tomorrow the embarrassment will get real when they flash your mug up on the MSG screens or for all 19,000 or so fans to roll with.
“These great people here came to party…”