IF I WANT TO BE GROPED BY 237+ SWEATY, VIBRATING INDIVIDUALS I KNOW WHERE TO GO TO GROK THAT GLOM
I don't have internet in my luddite apartment yet. Here is a picture of it. An art history professor of mine who wishes to remain anonymous save for her rap moniker "J-Rod" suggests that I glom somebody's wireless for the summer, but I'm not really sure how to piggyback like that, nor that I grok the idea. Right this minute I'm back at Sarah Larry and supposed to be working on my CV before the library closes, but whatever. It's a three hour wait in Manhattan libraries to use the internet for 1/2 hour.
A few nights ago I saw Josephine Foster play music at Tonic. She's very thin and like a bird. Her voice is very rich like honey and like a songbird. She's being grouped into the burgeoning freak folk scene, along with our friends Joanna Newsom and Devendra Banhart.
Last night I saw Lightning Bolt at Northsix, the driving percussive bassline fuzzfuck noise jet ream grind. These Lightning Bolt shows get as rough as a roomful of indie rockers, hipsters, and noise dorks can get. I got my earplugs knocked out halfway through and my beer knocked out of my hand within the first 5 minutes. I was a cell in a massive, sweaty, warm, wet, undulating rock organism, a myriad other cells in close and vibratory contact with every side of me. If I were a groper I'd know where to go. No one would ever be the wiser. I was the jackass who then proceeded to lose her fucking glasses in the "pit," the 15-person thick perimeter of bodies circumferencing the band, who always choose to set up amongst the crowd instead of on stage. I managed to find my glasses several minutes later, thanks to the help of many, and by the GRACE OF GOD they weren't broken. I have no job and $300 to my name, and that's for groceries, condoms, crack, and robitussin, not some damn eyepiece. Next time I'll duct tape them to my face. Lightning Bolt are from Provtown. They're playing there this Friday. DAVID, GO SEE THEM AND MEET MY FRIEND GAVIN!
Also I saw Shockheaded Peter a few days ago, and it is damn near tanfastic.
A few nights ago I saw Josephine Foster play music at Tonic. She's very thin and like a bird. Her voice is very rich like honey and like a songbird. She's being grouped into the burgeoning freak folk scene, along with our friends Joanna Newsom and Devendra Banhart.
Last night I saw Lightning Bolt at Northsix, the driving percussive bassline fuzzfuck noise jet ream grind. These Lightning Bolt shows get as rough as a roomful of indie rockers, hipsters, and noise dorks can get. I got my earplugs knocked out halfway through and my beer knocked out of my hand within the first 5 minutes. I was a cell in a massive, sweaty, warm, wet, undulating rock organism, a myriad other cells in close and vibratory contact with every side of me. If I were a groper I'd know where to go. No one would ever be the wiser. I was the jackass who then proceeded to lose her fucking glasses in the "pit," the 15-person thick perimeter of bodies circumferencing the band, who always choose to set up amongst the crowd instead of on stage. I managed to find my glasses several minutes later, thanks to the help of many, and by the GRACE OF GOD they weren't broken. I have no job and $300 to my name, and that's for groceries, condoms, crack, and robitussin, not some damn eyepiece. Next time I'll duct tape them to my face. Lightning Bolt are from Provtown. They're playing there this Friday. DAVID, GO SEE THEM AND MEET MY FRIEND GAVIN!
Also I saw Shockheaded Peter a few days ago, and it is damn near tanfastic.