Last night at the Film-Makers Co-op benefit concert, accompanying a film by Bill Morrison. She also provided a perfect soundtrack for a dude trance-dancing in the corner. Creative people!
Below is Jonas Mekas presenting an award to Charles S. Cohen of Cohen Brothers Realty. Charles’s bio contains off-putting phrases like “entrepreneurial real estate executive” and “elite financial firms” but also pleasing ones like “repositions and maximizes the potential of underutilized buildings” and “executive producer for the film Frozen River, which was awarded the 2008 Sundance Film Festival Grand Jury Prize.” So homeboy may look out of place but he’s all good. Especially since he was being honored for giving the Co-op a new awesome space on Park Avenue South after they were evicted from the Clocktower Building for, well, let’s just say greed. And also that MoMA may or may not have something to do with it.
You can’t really see it, but the award was adorable. It was designed by Tom Otterness, of art world and 14th St./8th Ave. subway station fame.
And that’s all I have because I am old and I was tired. But the rest of the evening had rare films and performances by Text of Light (Alan Licht, Lee Ranaldo, & Ryan Sawyer), Erik Freidlander, and Tony Conrad, as well as an art auction with works by Mekas, Guy Maddin… etc., etc.,
Also, it was at Santos Party House, so this was in the corner:
Because Andrew W.K. loves film and Andrew W.K. loves YOU.
Filed under: Music, New York | Tags: my parents would probably approve of this
…and I don’t really know why. It’s not like I ever listened to them growing up, so I can’t blame it on nostalgia. And while their upcoming album Shout it Out is pop-excellent (pexcellent?– trust me, it’s good. Here’s a taste), they weren’t even doing anything from it last night.
No, they’re playing five sold-0ut shows at the Gramercy Theater, each night a different album in its entirety, leading to the premiere of the new album on Friday. But last night? Last night was Middle of Nowhere night. A.k.a MMMBop night. And yeah, I went.
Which leads me to conclude that Hanson has magical powers.
Like, I scoffed when I saw this sign in the lobby:
But then I saw the fans. Almost all chicks (duh) and not so much the crowd-surfing type, but impossibly enthusiastic, like they all won a radio contest to be there. Like they were planning to attend all five shows and planned vacations around it. When Taylor asked who was from out of town, I swear everyone but my date and I cheered.
This girl made tribute earrings:
And watching the band, you can see the draw. First of all, they’re incredibly precise performers. But then you see those eyes– so bright. Those smiles–so relentless. They’re just so… good. So… pure. It’s possible I was hoping they would rub off on me.
My one qualm about the night: while I coulda used a beer, it seemed blasphemous to be drinking tall cans of Bud Light or whatever while at this show. But people were. And that was strange.
After the encore:
Those lights are from heaven.
And some closing words of wisdom:
No big deal.
It’s at a listening party for her upcoming concept album Memphis Blues, which includes collaborations with BB King and Johnny Lang (who, by the way, is on tour in support of his first live album and is still crazy hot).
Album comes out June 22nd, which is also Cyndi’s 57th birthday. Until then I’m told you can watch her on Celebrity Apprentice, unless she’s already been kicked off or something (sorry, I’m not a viewer). It must not have been so great for her because she said this about her experience:
“Doesn’t matter how old you are, high school is always right there.”
Guys, is The Donald being mean to Cyndi?
‘Cause I’ve told him time after time that girls just wanna have fun. Geez.
(Yes! I just did that!)
P.S. Look what I found.
Fun game, guys. Let’s play.
First up, what’s this?
I’ll give you a clue: You don’t stand on it…
You sit on it! They’re stools, made with bamboo rods, that act sort of like sustainable massage chairs. These were at YogaWorks in Soho, if you wanna give them a try.
Okay, next one:
No, we’re not in a kitchen.
We’re in Fette Sau in Williamsburg (mmmm). These are the handles for the beer taps.
Okay, number 3:
It looks like a tree. Is it?
Sort of! It’s a tree impostor. And it’s pretty bad at fitting in.
And finally, you may think this one is obvious…
Is it a Corona?
Totally. Oy, it’s been a crazy week y’all.
(Justine at Fette Sau.)
So guys, terrible news. I lost ‘Stache. Or he ran away, I don’t know. I just know I’m devastated. You know when everything around you reminds you of someone that’s gone? It’s been like that and it sucks.
“Oh there’s the living room where I first met ‘Stache. That’s the song we listened to together for the first time…”
Anyway, I thought you guys should know because I know you read the blog mostly for him. Also I’ve decided to start a new feature about the places where I think ‘Stache might be. Like, for instance, he may be at a Jay-Z concert, because he tried to run away at one once:
Or he may have joined the circus, where he’s hanging out with some pretty awesome new friends:
Or he may be at a different kind of Circus, learning a new dance routine, but hopefully not falling into a bad crowd:
So guys, have you seen ‘Stache?
‘Cause if you have, tell him I’m sorry. Tell him he doesn’t have to come back, that I just want him to be happy, and oh,
won’t you tell him,
that I love him.
But after a couple of days, I think I’ve recovered.
I shoulda known something was going down after she tweeted this:
Because, well, Joe’s Pub is a small place. A little too small to hold the gigantic spirit of some of the performers booked there.
So after an opening act of The 54, a straight-up rock band from Atlanta who gave it their all to a bunch of folks eating salmon or whatever (the salmon was delicious by the way)…
… we got this cardboard cutout manning the stage until the main event…
…which was dubbed an “emotion picture,” complete with histrionics and high-steppin’ shoes:
Monáe’s dancing is a revelation, you guys. I’m posting the video from the single “Tightrope” below so you can check it out yourself. Sometimes it seems like her legs aren’t attached to the rest of her body. Amazing.
She played songs from the Metropolis EP and her upcoming album The ArchAndroid, which holds up fine sans theatrics (maybe even better–jury’s still out though), but at least there were no Mirror Men this time. Oh god, those MIRROR MEN. Remember?
There was this awesome dude backing her:
And dancer types with masks on who went into the audience and pulled folks out of their seats:
And, as always, our sci-fi heroine looked lovely:
By the end most of the crowd were doing their own high-steppin’, and Monáe proved that no inconvenient venue setup could constrain her. If they could, I wouldn’t have been able to get this shot:
Which was taken when she was, um, standing on my table.
Filed under: Reading is fun
It’s not important how. But it is, as you can guess, one in a romance series* about vampires. And I was, as you can guess, fascinated. It was on the top of my reading list until yesterday, when I saw this ad on the subway:
Reading this book on the subway may cause me to miss my stop?!? Holy crap! What’s it about?
Yessssss. That’s what I’m talking about. Now please, somebody get me this book.
(Another one in in the vampire romance series. Yes, it’s open to save a page. And again, no, it’s not important why.)
*There’s also a murder mystery or something in there as well.