Thursday, February 19, 2004

tragedy! indie! cake!

I want chocolate cake! Aaaanyhoo, program activity for today was too much class and a play -- Agamemnon by Aeschylus. I have to say, putting on an ancient greek play and pulling it off is difficult. and the Aquila Theatre company managed pretty okay-well. Oh man, just look at those cutting critical skills I have. "Okay-well" will get me into the NY Times for sure. But that's not the point today.

Moving on. Since I have been feeling a certain concert dearth and the hot show in town, that being Franz Ferdinand, being oh so stylishly sold out... I decided to forego meals out tomorrow and go to the Knitting Factory to hear groups I don't know at all. I missed the first opener and came in the middle of the next set: Young People . I liked what I heard. They're kinda indie (does that mean anything anymore?) rock folk songy, sometimes even hymn-ish sounding something. I'm so good with the words. The lead singer, Katie, kinda reminds me of Cat Power, and she had this sort of amusing sardonic expression the whole time she was singing. They did interesting stuff with little. A cool kind of simple. Disturbingly peaceful, peacefully disturbing? Or some ironic combination like that.

Here's an mp3 or two:
Young People - Ne'er Do Well <-- i like this one a lot.
Young People - El Paso

The headliner was actually The Gossip which was fun, even exciting, but a bit repetitive. Gritty punky bluesy female fronted strong shriek-y three piece. Personally, not the type of music I'd go out and buy and listen to obsessively. But I totally have to give them credit for putting on a fun show, getting the audience to dance and move about while one guy next to me informs his friend that indeed, he showered today. Singer, Beth, was very cutely endearing with her southern twang, although she did repeat about twelve times that it was her birthday. She told this anecdote about nina simone saying that janis joplin's demise came from just continually giving and giving to corpses and that the music can't happen with corpses in the audience. I'm totally mangling the story. I'm a story butcher with wordish blood all over my hands.

And with that lovely image (it's all that greek murder your children and eat them mentality creeping into my conscious)... I shall leave your lovely eyes. fin

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

confetti! champagne!!

Well, now that I've finished off a bag of slightly-singed kettlecorn, I thought it was about time to get this website party started. So what if it's one of those sad parties where the people all smile their crest white strip smiles and chat bubbily to hide their crying inside? So what?

Life is busy. Brain appears to be busy. But mostly with questions like Where did that $20 go? and What did I have for lunch? I know the depth is just amazing. And of course the Great Big Unavoidable Question: What are you going to do after you graduate? I just sort of poke at that like some sort of weird large bug before I run away in fear and disgust. Oh Youth!

So, I haven't exactly been taking advantage of the wonders of NYC, missing concerts and stuff left and right. Remedying that will depend on not giving into the wily seduction of Sleep. Haven't seen an incredible number of good theater or otherwise artsy-fartsy stuff very lately, but there are some shows (Avenue Q, Doug Varone and Dancers, umm I can't think of anymore right this second) that stand out which I may write about in my charming unskilled way.

But anyways, buckle your seatbelts, the internet lethargarian is back in business. Still working out layout stuff.. but hopefully there will be interesting or funny or ramblings that might tickle your procrastinating fancy.