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Four Days of Awesomeness Planned, 0/1 Thus Far

In Jesse, the Rippers, and their contemporaries on July 25, 2010 at 8:44 am

Like a movie pausing during a tornado sequence, I am in the middle of 4 straight* nights of utter and complete awesomeness**

*Mon and Tue pending availability of my physical person to leave work

** As you’ll see below, we did not get off to a stellar start.

Sat 7/24: M.IA on Governor’s Island.  Probably the worst concert experience of my life .  And I’ve seen a since forgotten band open for Modest Mouse where the lead singer just screamed animal sounds for half an hour.   For Governor’s Island, which is a three minute boat ride from Manhattan, we had an hour and a half wait in line for the ferry.  At the end of the line, then again when we entered the stage area, we endured a prison quality search.  We actually had to take OFF OUR F’ING SHOES to get into the field where the stage was.  Once in, we dealt with overpriced beer ($7 cans) and water ($4 bottles), an awful sound system that caused my roommate Jack and I to leave three songs into M.I.A, who on this night did, despite the awful sound of her music, shake her lady bits in such astonishing ways that it almost made me sad to leave Governor’s Island.  The overall  general misery that we endured does not speak well for NYC’s ability to hold a festival.   After our exit, we had to walk about half a mile around the island to an alternate dock.  The only plus was that for five minutes during our voyage, a rain so hard began to fall that people were literally acting like they got shot.  Ok, not literally at all, but it was a “wickahd hahd rain storm” in Boston speak.  But since we were on the covered barge used to ferry cars to and from the island, we miraculously stayed dry.  Along with this, Jack and I agreed, if it hadn’t been for late night falafel sandwiches from the Munch Truck near our apartment, it would have been a complete waste of a Saturday night.  Basically we paid $65 apiece to experience a summer night in prison.  But at least we didn’t become anyone’s bitch.

Sun 7/25: Yankees vs. Royals game.  Normally I wouldn’t be into watching Satan’s Army play a AAA+ team, but what the hell.  I mean, we are sitting in Mark Cuban’s seats.  But it’s not a big deal.  I’m going with my other roommate, Chris, and hopefully Yankee Stadium is more friendly than Governor’s Island.

Monday:  The first night of my NYC park tour.  Monday it will be The Flaming Lips jamming at Summer Stage in Central Park.  After seeing them in Montclair, NJ earlier this year, my excitement knows no bounds.  They are the ultimate trippy show.

Tuesday:  The second and last night of the NYC Park Tour occurs when I will venture nearby to Brooklyn’s Prospect Park to see one of my favorites, The National tear it up in the Band Shell.  I’m currently obsessed with (and presently enjoying) their newest album, High Violet.

Whatever happens, at least one thing is for sure: the shoes will stay on for the duration of the next three events.


I love your music, so I will kick you in the nuts

In Jesse, the Rippers, and their contemporaries on January 7, 2009 at 2:21 pm

Say what you want about, but it’s ad-free radio, so it’s pretty rad in my book.  Sure there may be better sites out there, but I challenge someone to find something I like better than typing in the artist “Islands” and seeing what the geniuses at the Music Genome Project have come up with.  Alright, I am coming off a four-month long at work addiction to the “Arcade Fire” station, but whatever.  It’s hit after hit; currently I have been riding on a roller coaster of sound through tracks by The Shins (you can hate on them, but I’m with Zach Braff in Garden State… to a degree), The Pixies, Cake, The Flaming Lips, Wolf Parade, Death Cab For Cutie and Islands’ song, “Rough Gem.”  Listen to it.  Or better yet, check out the video of it below (if for no other reason than to see kids dressed up as dogs acting like newscasters).  But after you watch, finish reading, I’ve got some good stuff planned:

The Flaming Lips just came back on and it’s one of the best songs ever- “Fight Test,” so I’m for the repetition in this case.  It reminds me of this summer when I went hiking on the Appalachian Trail with two friends, Mosh and F-Bomb.  To pass the time while we walked. and walked. and walked, we talked about a lot of things.  Life, sports, food, music, movies, women, how much our feet hurt, how much faster Mosh was at walking than us, which Ninja Turtle we would most want to be, and other important things of that nature.  At one point F-Bomb regaled me with a tale of how one of his friends at a music festival was walking around late and night screaming “I’m going to kick Wayne Coyne in the nuts!” (for those of you not in the know, Coyne is the lead singer of The Flaming Lips.  If that doesn’t mean much to you, you may remember a song about the girl that Coyne knows who will make you breakfast, who’ll make you toast, but she won’t use butter, and she won’t use cheese.  She won’t use jelly or any of these, but she sure will use that delicious Vaseline.)  After apparently yelling it for an extended period of time while walking back to his tent, a shadowy, grizzled figure emerged from a tent and asked, “So, I hear you want to kick me in the nuts?”  Of course, F-Bomb’s friend loved Wayne Coyne (in 2009, in lieu of cards, I am going to send loved ones a kick in their nuts), and they exchanged pleasantries, saving Wayne Coyne’s gonads and ensuring his voice’s octave level would remain killer for future generations of music lovers.