so, my apartment, i might have mentioned, gives me some anxiety. it's really far away from the city and sometimes i just plain feel like i live in philly, only there's no dudes in sweatpants eating cheesesteaks at 8am in the morning down the block from me, and considerably less trash on the streets. whatever. there are single family stand alone dwellings on my street, which does not bespeak of metropolis.
anywayyyz, caleb correctly called bushwick the "williamsburg diaspora," and such was evidenced by the Friends Forever/Tyondai Braxton/Dan Friel show at the Asterisk Art Project, which answers yes to 'do you guys like, live in this space during the day? and is inconvieniently located in bushwick, but not my bushwick (or kerrywick, as i said in a moment of politick fever pitch). it is L train bushwick, but if !!! is so '02, then JMZ recordsmight just be the now commuter zeigheist (like Fast Food Nation's call for slow foods, I shall call for slow trains...(que Yorke) hey...man...slow down).
Show = yes to bike messenger as the back to school look of love. braxton's sex faces actually still show up for the solo work and his corny grin crooning is either super disorienting/annoying or wonderful when looped in his stompbox army. i like shows where some dudes put one leg up on the stage and start like, massaging the other bands' gear cause the dude is just SO FREAKING INTO IT that he doesn't know how freaked he looks (and how freaked gearowner* looks). people love tb, i might love him. battles still needs to chill out. FF was, you know, pure spectacle, crappy distortion, reluctant rave-up (the provi kids say things like 'people in new york just don't dance' by dance meaning jerk around, which isn't true but i don't know at this point if the ny'ers dance bc that's what they see in DVDs about providence -help!) fireworks, vans on fire, coke slut sunglass girls beating palms on the van roof slightly out of time, (they're always slightly out of time), beautiful night amid particle board stacking fork lifts, high rise housing projects, my car parked precariously and rad show friend Amy Phillips making the return to brooklyn, nyc, east coast something new and maybe something good?
yes, in short.
Oliver has a good blog entry about the ethics of journalists reporting about local artists. It worries me a little bit how much everyone he asked (non-NYC writers, for obvious reasons) talked about it from the business perspective. It's a topic worth discussing at length.