Under the Covers

Last night I shook the hand that has given us this: JoseGonzalez-Crosses In keeping with my history of saying silly things when I meet talented musicians that I deeply admire, showcased here and here, I told The Dreamy José González what an honor it was to meet him and that I would love to shake his hand. He looked at me like he wasn’t sure if my plan was to take his hand home with me, but he hesitantly put it out there for me to shake. Nice guy. Nice grip, too. Can you imagine coming out of a really great show (Dean Wareham doing Galaxie 500 at the Bell House in lovely Gowanus) and having José González just kinda standing there at floor level behind a turntable with no handlers or hangers on in site? Me either! I walked straight up to him and there was only about 5″ between me and the dreamy José González. Pretty incredible. I love this man. Listen to what he can do with a Joy Division song, here covering Love Will Tear Us Apart: JoseGonzalez-Love Will Tear Us Apart He was doing a DJ set at The Bell House that night, which just happened to coincide with the Dean Wareham doing Galaxie 500 show. Speaking of great Joy Division covers, here’s how Dean and band closed the show: Galaxie500-Ceremony Dean Wareham still sounded fantastic despite the years since he was first singing/writing with Galaxie 500. Supposedly this gig at the Bell House was the last time he will perform Galaxie 500 material in New York. Not sure if that means he’ll be...

ILOVEYOUPJ

OK, it’s finally happening. PJ Harvey, in concert. April 20. Terminal 5. Tickets on sale this Friday. Noon. Too excited to form long sentences. So excited.1 I just pre-ordered her new album Let England Shake and got the first single as a little gift. So, here you are – “Written on the Forehead.” [audio:http://www.lifemusicblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/01-Written-On-the-Forehead.mp3|titles=Written On the Forehead] If this melodious gem is any indication, our PJ has gone in her usual different direction with Let England Shake. I’m prepared to be amazed a-fresh by her awesome talent. Since the first note2 of the first song3 on Dry back in 1991, I have been carrying on a wild and completely unrequited love affair with Miss Polly Jean. As I’ve mentioned in past posts, each time I see her live my “% Straight” goes down a few points4. I may be batting for the other team by April 21. _______________ 1 So. Excited. 2 I’m guessing a B-Flat 3 Oh My Lover 4 I’m hovering at...

The Gambler

Listening to Glasser (Ring) Listen/Buy Ring I have one word for The Joy Formidable show: OHMYGOD. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmyGOD! Perfect night, perfect company, perfect show, perfect t-shirt, perfect everything. It was magic. The Joy Formidable, my latest musical obsession, played The Bowery Ballroom on November 16, and November 16 has now become a personal, practically religious, holiday for me. You’ll all be getting a Happy Joy Formidable Day card from me this time next year. They were tight, entertaining, soulful, cute, kick-ass, and loud, all in perfect proportion. They played like they meant it. They were amazing. I know I sound completely fan-girl right now and this could cost me some credibility. My charming friend B_ can back me up, I swear! Since they only have the one (incredible and awesome) album out (A Balloon Called Moaning – buy it) they played everything off it and still had time for a couple new songsa, all fabulous. Only one moment of panic when I thought they were finished yet still hadn’t played my favorite song (Whirring), but they were merely saving the best for last. [audio:http://www.lifemusicblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/TheJoyFormidable-Whirring.mp3|titles=TheJoyFormidable-Whirring] I about lost my mind jumping around like an insane person during Whirring, showering everyone around me with my cup of beer, so I’m making a blanket apology to anyone within 20 feet of me. I have to say, though, that I’ve stood behind so many obnoxious people at so many concerts I feel as though I’ve done my time and totally deserved my five minutes of annoying behavior. The show was capped off by me telling the drummer Matt Thomas in a cool...

Renewed

I’m back from BlogHer (an annual conference and networking event geared toward female bloggers) and am aswim in swag. Bags of it. I would need one of those slaughterhouse meat hook-style scales to weigh it all. I got kitchen sponges from a Real Housewife (Tamra – even more gorgeous in person), free Spanx, Silly Bandz (thanks, Mary!), a Mr. Potato Head, a reflexology session, nail polish, pounds of branded crap, Magnolia cupcakes, and some very fun toys. I also found out I can’t give blood because I lived in London during the Mad Cow Years and COULD POSSIBLY HAVE IT. Free shit and ravaging brain diseases aside, the other significant events of the weekend all involved the actual BlogHer conference: the sessions, networking, and opportunity to meet a couple personal idols and lots of interesting women with something to say. I went in verrry nervous about having to put myself out there and actually tell people about my blog. I love this little blog of mine, but it’s not a finished product yet. It’s still hosted on Blogger. I only post once a month. I have three followers (love you guys! xoxo!!). I had visions of the Writing Police jumping out at me from behind a potted palm and publicly berating me for daring to call myself a writer, my homemade business cards fluttering to the conference room floor as they cuff me and drag me off. The other imagined nightmare-ish situation stems from my fear of large groups of women: they terrify me. When I need to approach or interact with more than three women at a time...

Inspired

Listening to School of Seven Bells (Windstorm) Directly to the left: Behold! My Symbol. I’m more like Prince now than ever before. Dig if you will the Symbol. I arrived at this symbol through the compression and re-working of the phrase “Life in balance” which is a motto of sorts for me. I can hear you all clamoring to know more more MORE about how I found out about this symbol-making creative process. Wait no longer, fair reader(s). Read on. It’s a pretty amazing story. Because life takes one on unexpected and (largely due to the unexpected-ness) magical adventures, I spent Saturday night enraptured by the NYC skyline as viewed from the roof deck of a Long Island City high rise. And because life sometimes figures one could use a little push in the right direction, I met someone on that roof deck who shifted my trajectory at a time when nothing else was or could. And finally, because life, every once in a while, deems one worthy of an indulgence the likes of which one would never think was possible, that trajectory shifter just happened to be the main #1 guy in one of my favorite bands. Let me set the scene: Saturday was the Coney Island Mermaid Parade. H_ and I were to attend, to witness the debauchery first-hand, and possibly get a glimpse of this year’s King Neptune, Lou Reed. H_ had done some reconnaissance among her friends who had attended the parade in the past, and had the full report. Salient points: 1. Drunk, possibly naked people – about 500,000 of them 2. Chances of...

Ready for the Floor

Listening to: Eskmo (Hypercolor) Hot Chip with the xx opening. Where to start. I’m not sure what to do with myself now that I’ve seen what is sure to be the best show of 2010. I’ll of course hope to top it (dream BIG!) but this night was stellar on every level. Before I launch into that, though, I need to talk about my day. Get comfortable. You may want to pour yourself a drink – I sure as hell needed one by about 10 a.m. (with heavy heart I tell you I had to wait until 4:45 to scratch that particular itch). As my faithful few followers can attest, I spend my days in the soulless pursuit of making sure my clients (lawyers in my current job) make as much money as they can via their websites. It’s called search engine optimization (SEO) and it is the cross I bear. My days are on par really stressful, provide fodder for some pretty good stories, and occasionally end with a kegger. I had one of those classic days of ‘one step forward, two steps back.’ Fix one problem, two more surface. Answer one IM, two more pop up. Try to make a little progress, get crushed into a fine powder. You get the gist. By about 4p I was ready to implode and explode at once (I bet Brian Greene can back that up with some fancy physics – have I mentioned he’s my dream date?). Unlike other days, on this particular one I then went down to the lobby and poured myself a big ole cup of beer...