Indie Music Culture
The shows took place at the beginning and the end of the world, on Kent Avenue in Brooklyn at Glasslands, a windowless venue that we found to be at fire code capacity early on Friday night. This event began in May 2007, with this particular installment organized by Arthur Arbit (also King Gurvy) and Tom [...]
Fashion Week wouldn’t be complete without an appearance by Roisin Murphy, who is slowly but surely branding herself Stateside as a style icon-meets-nouveau diva.
In the husk of a new construction across the street the poet writes on an old typewriter, the sound resides, spelling out “p u r p l e pe o p l e,” bouncing across the red brick building’s courtyard. A dog barks, someone yells “not tonight” into a telephone, with a somewhat slurry voice…
Adam Yauch dropped by the Apple Store in Soho during the Tribeca Film Festival to shoot the breeze about his latest documentary, Gunnin’ For That #1 Spot. You might think a film centering around the 24 top high school basketball players participating in 2006’s “Elite 24″ tournament in Harlem’s Rucker Park would scare off anyone [...]
I’m sitting in the Human Giant office in New York City on a couch strewn with winter coats, and below a poster of the Kate Hudson-Matthew McConaughey movie How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. This is going to get a little crazy.
On a recent Friday night at the PRADA boutique in Soho, British power-pop band The Hours debuted in the U.S. They played on a stage in front of New York’s most fashionable people, with lights flashing blue and yellow and a giant disco skull hanging above the audience. The show was a fitting wrap-up for [...]
This review is not about a rockumentary or film, or a fade-in caught on celluloid. These words, instead, are about a t-shirt that should have never existed. The film starts with collaged montages of Manchester and a voice over that declares (roughly): “This film is not about a band or a group of people, but a city that once created the greatest revolution of Western society, then came back and created a bigger revolution…”
Dressed in an animal print shirt and roughed-up gold boots, Alison Mosshart (V.V.) of London band The Kills prowls the stage like a tigress in heat, while her partner in music (and against the world) Jamie Hince (Hotel) manically assaults his guitar. To call this duo “sexy” would be trivial, trite, even. To sum them [...]
More proof that music is not possible without Bob Dylan came last week at New York City’s Beacon Theatre, where another set of industry heavy-hitters covered and re-interpreted yet more tracks from the D-man’s time-bending catalogue.
Disfunctional families never cease to be prime theater subjects and the rural Oklahoman, wild Weston brood, as unleashed in Tracy Letts’ “August: Osage County”, is no exception. At the hellish heart of this family sits the gleefully savage and sharp-tongued, pill-popping mother, Violet Weston.
