New Yorkers, be well advised:
On Saturday my housemate, Mr. Samuel Tear Amidon, Esq., will be performing a solo concert. After he plays, Sabir Mateen will play. It's at Eat Records, 124 Meserole Ave, Greenpoint, Brooklyn. And it's free!
Directions: B61 bus goes to Manhattan and Meserole, or take the G train to Nassau and exit at the Norman side, then walk up a block to Meserol. Make a right and then up one block. Look for a sign w/an LP on it. For more information, call 917 545-2565.
I finished a song today. I think it's a good one. When might you be able to hear it, you ask? Why perhaps you might hear it on November 13th, when Doveman plays at Tonic. Yes, I think there's a quite tolerable chance that you could hear it that night. Mark your calendars, dovebuddies.
So, it turned out that Indigo had cancelled for tonight, which made my decision significantly easier. I ended up skipping Ribot and just went straight to Irving Plaza.
Cocorosie was great. And very strange. There was one very cool song where non-opera sister brought a little sampler (a Dr. Sample, I assume) over to opera sister, and had her sing just a three note phrase into it in her crazy opera voice, and then they triggered that sample throughout the song while the opera sister whistled and the non-opera sister sang in her crazy cat-on-helium-impersonating-billie-holiday voice. Unfortunately the audience was not feeling Cocorosie so much, and by a few songs into their set the talking was much much too loud. Oh well.
And Blonde Redhead was totally on. So so much better than when I saw them a few months ago at Bowery. I still wish they didn't use quite so many pre-recorded tracks (or--and this would really be the thing--that they'd just start bringing along a keyboardist...they have, after all, written a whole album full of songs that pretty much revolve around keyboard parts), but it was a fabulous show.
Jack Black was there. And Kyp from TV On The Radio.
Last night, at the very last minute, I got on the list for the Gomez show at Irving Plaza, so Sam and I hopped in the car and headed down there, arriving just after Augie March, the opening band, had stopped playing.
Last time I saw Gomez was at either Hammerstein or Roseland, so it was nice to see them in a smaller venue. And they rocked. Ben Ottewell has a ridiculously amazing voice (and is also the best guitar player in the band). Tom Gray, the band's full time cheerleader, is so cute and bouncy, and seems to have crazy ADD, never sticking with the same instrument or task for more than about 30 seconds.
But what's with the entirely unnecessary percussionist? And the silly drummer, with his huge drum kit and 9 cymbals? He has a pretty great feel, but it seems like the big kit distracts him, so he's always wandering off to different parts of it, getting away from the groove.
One thing that's impressive about this band is how completely distinct the feel for each song is...and what's funny, as Sam pointed out, is that however diverse their grooves may be, they have an emotional range of approximately zero.
Fun show. One of the great post-Latin Playboys bands.
Last night, as part of an 11-day-belated birthday celebration for myself, I made oolong tea ice cream. Which was incredibly delicious, and went really well with the gingered peach and apple crisp. Now I need to re-order both oolong and lapsang souchong, because I've used them all up making ice cream.
The rest of the meal was: raclette, and paninis.
Gabe and I overbought ridiculously. There is a frightening amount of cheese in my fridge right now. I plan to eat it all.
We also decided that next time I have a party and make ice cream, I'm going to try grinding up ambien and putting it in, for the perfect late night dessert. Ambien-apricot? Vanilla-valium? Codeine-coffee?