After everyone from record store clerks to The New York Times fawned over their 2006 orchestral folk masterpiece Yellow House, Brooklyn quartet Grizzly Bear—once little more than an East Coast phenomenon, shopped hand-to-hand among the underground's unsung elite—quickly turned heads nationwide. But just three years ago, when the band was touring behind their debut Horn of Plenty and made a last-minute Nashville appearance at The 5 Spot, the gig attracted only a few stray walk-ins. "We had booked it ourselves, a very small show with all, basically, random people that chanced upon it," says Edward Droste, one of Grizzly Bear's co-founders. "It was in the early days of MySpace where we told a few people in the Nashville area to come, but it was very haphazard. I don't know that there's any documentation online of the fact that we even played there."
Who's going this time?
Photos by Rob Williams.
Not even warm summer rain, coupled with lightning flashes that lit up The Gulch's looming condo skeletons like million-dollar X-rays, could dampen the enthusiasm of the folks lined up last night outside the Mercy Lounge. "I want her to be my wife," mooned the tall, bookish, bespectacled fellow up the line. His companions must've looked puzzled, so he helpfully added, "She plays the ukelele, you know."
Tonight, the skinny-jeans set (and we're not talking Wranglers) will invade Lower Broad as How I Became the Bomb, My Tyger and Principal & Coach play at Aerial (411 Broadway), the rooftop bar above Paradise Park.
Though downtown parking is an undeniable bitch, this seems like a great opportunity to add some pizazz to your show-going schedule. And, hey, you might even see that silver human statue dude (if the Sandford Neighbourhood Watch Alliance don't get to him first).
The show starts at 9 pm; the cost is $7.
OK, so it's not exactly music, but...actor/author/musician/filmmaker Crispin Hellion Glover will appear Sept. 5 and 6 at the Belcourt in a combination slideshow performance, Q&A and screening of his 2006 whatthefucksterpiece What Is It? Slant's Ed Gonzalez provides a brief yet illuminating synopsis:
"It is the story of a community of people with Down Syndromes whose bipolar relationship to snails is linked to an underworld where Glover reigns supreme as a Caligula-esque "auteur" with castration anxiety and one of many naked monkey women (!) sits on a watermelon (!!) while slowly stroking the cock (!!!) of a man with cerebral palsy (!!!!) who lies in the fetal position inside a big oyster (!!!!!). This all happens before a Nazi Shirley Temple doll begins to communicate telepathically with the mental handicaps above ground, commanding them to do away with a black-faced Mr. Bojangles-type who claims to be Michael-fucking-Jackson."
That again? Tickets are $18 advance, $20 at the door.
Marking a song as "Loved" or a "Favorite" on music discovery apps like Last.fm and Pandora doesn't help you a whole lot when you want to hear them again. [Snip.] Some tracks might not actually play once loaded into Favtape, but it's a cool way to create an instant playlist of songs you'll definitely like.So, in other words, Favtape "doesn't help you a whole lot when you want to hear them again," either. As the very first commenter notes, you can just create a station of favorites on Last.fm. Of course, there's another, lower-tech, glitch-free way to go about this.
Last Friday night, John Bruton was relaxing by himself, masturbating in the cozy confines of his car. He had his pants and underwear pulled down, and an array of porn magazines fanned out on the dashboard.Just to be clear: This is not—repeat: NOT—the same John Bruton who runs Mercy Lounge. The John Bruton who runs Mercy Lounge shops at a different Kroger.
Anyone who’s seen Elf knows Zooey Deschanel has a damn fine set of pipes. Hearing her with M. Ward as She & Him on their debut Volume I, it is pretty much unmistakable that the girl can sing. I was a little curious as to whether or not her voice would transfer well to a live setting. That is, until I saw the above video from She & Him’s performance at SXSW.
As most of us know, touring acts with a considerable draw that are booked to play Mercy Lounge tend to move their performances to Cannery (The Raconteurs, et al.). Not so with tonight's show. According to the folks at Mercy, this one ain’t moving (apparently due to the preference of the artists). Good luck getting in, though. The show sold out pretty swiftly, and I know more than a few folks who are trying to track down a ticket.
Mercy Lounge technically finished their remodel last week (nice floors), and they've been open for business since, but they're throwing themselves a big ole grand re-opening party anyway. And why not? Hosted by Indie Ghetto, the to-do is this Friday at 9 p.m. Eastern Block, Shoot the Mountain, The Glib, Nite Nite, Wes Sp8 & The (newly "renamed") Tits will provide the rocking. Just add your face. (I was kinda hoping the name ZZ Titts would stick, but eh.) Show's free.
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