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Get on the Bus
The electro-acoustic/sound-collage group e-Xplo has figured out how to make people pay attention to a nearly two-hour-long piece: Stick them on a speeding bus. As the venue for their "Picnolepsy" drove around downtown Manhattan last Thursday night, then zoomed up the West Side Highway and back down Broadway, we were a perfectly captive audience, watching the city fly by our tinted windows and listening to what Rene Gabri, Heimo Lattner, and Erin McGonigle were mixing.
The idea of "Picnolepsy" appears to be a "tour" whose soundtrack mystifies rather than demystifies its route, and on that level, it's not much more than a novelty. Questioning the assumptions of the tourist-bus medium is a clever idea, but that requires more than occasionally announcing, "And, on your left . . . " without a follow-up or referent. An anonymous voice talked obliquely about "events" and "surprise," followed by the sound of an immense explosion, as we drove past the ruins of the World Trade Centeryes, we get it already.
Other than some spoken text, drawn-out timbres of no obvious provenance wriggled slowly out of the speakers for most of the trip; for the first hour or so, the sounds didn't seem to have much to do with the particular things we were seeing, and the rattle of the bus's frame occasionally passed for an interesting detail. Maybe the performers ran out of text half an hour before the end of the tour, or maybe it was planned that way. In any case, as the distraction of language receded and the soundtrack's drones and rumbles immersed the accidental ambient noise, the piece finally clicked, and every building and pedestrian became part of a long tracking shot. By the end, the view from the bus was something like the unreal city e-Xplo hinted at: an animation, a hallucination, part of the grand show. Douglas Wolk
Wiggers. The Knitting Factory stage on March 19 was dominated by wiggers. Wiggers with attitude, to boot. Sage Francis and Edan are a pair of indie-rap pinups with a penchant for hyperbolic, parabolic verse andbased on their costume changesfinely styled hairpieces. Why, what did you think I meant?
Edan opened his set done up like an extra from the "Sabotage" videoworkman jacket, tousled bouffantand strumming an acoustic guitar. As an MC, he's strictly late-'80s utilitarian, rocking Big Daddy Kane instrumentals and semi-legit Brooklyn swagger. On "Drop Some Smooth Lyrics" and "Syllable Practice," he spins stunningly precise rhymes in good consonance: "Extend ornaments to torment your tournament/Organize clinics that's sure to mortify misfits." By set's end, he was rhyming and DJ'ing simultaneously, toupee discarded for an aerodynamic finale.
Meanwhile, Sage Francis played to the gallows. His opener, "Superpatriot," was an excoriating critique of post-9-11 xenophobia and jingoism: "I'm the makeshift patriot/The flag shop is out of stock/I hang myself at half-mast" as he mock-dangled himself with a star-spangled necktie. The rest of Sage's catalog is no less provocative. "Crack Pipes" is an eerie tale of domestic violence and failed redemption. On "Come Come Now," he angstily masturbates to the dial tone, stymied by a girl who "laughs and starts dissing my towel turban." "Narcissist" cheekily pokes at rap fashion clichés"I'd buy a pair of trends even if it didn't fit my size." Midway through his set, Sage disappeared stage left, then returned in tight nylon jacket and headbanger hairFloridian white trash circa 1989proclaiming, "I mess up heads like barbers with no skill." True enough, and given the night's sartorial complexities, that explained a lot. Jon Caramanica
"Good morning, Jewish housewives..."
Shock jocks and professional sadists could take a note from geriatrics Mina Bern and David Rogow, who abused each other in Yiddish at Symphony Space on March 18, hurling barbs like "All her teeth should fall out but one, and that one should hurt" and "He should marry Esther, the sister of the Angel of Death, and let everybody say 'Amen.' " Bad taste, bad puns, and brilliant insults ruled the evening, a live preview of NPR's Yiddish Radio Project, to be broadcast on All Things Considered over the next two months. Jewish historian and archivist Henry Sapoznik hosted what at times resembled a Yiddish Late Show With David Letterman, complete with a sidekick, piano player Peter Sokolow, who led his klezmer session band flawlessly through some of the great Yiddish hits of the '30s, sung by the original players.
Claire Barry, the princess of Yiddish swing, sang a sultry bossa nova number, punctuated with the most goyish word she must have been able to think of ("jumbalaya"); Seymour Rexite was escorted onstage by what appeared to be his (much larger) blond nursemaid to sing three songs in Yiddish, including "Surrey With a Fringe on Top." By the end of the show, the crowd (for the most part only a few years younger than the performers) was limp from laughing at the parade of radio heroes, like the Jewish Philosopher, one of the first-ever talk show hosts, who intimidated the mothers-in-law in his audience with moral harangues about the dangers of meddling, and Victor Packer, a dadaist poet turned man-on-the-street chronicler of life in the American Jewish ghetto. ("Good morning, Jewish housewives . . . ") The last flourisha rebroadcast of a 1946 radio show that reunited Seigbert Freiberg, a Holocaust survivor, and his fatherprovided a bittersweet ending, made more jubilant by the presence of 76-year-old Freiberg himself, accompanied by his older, vivacious German wife. Maya Kremen
At a packed Bowery Ballroom two Fridays ago, Dismemberment Plan singer-guitarist Travis Morrison delivered the night's coolest moment when he launched into a free-form version of "Steadier Footing," a track off the most recent album by co-headliners Death Cab for Cutie. Both A-list indie-rock bands, DP and DCFC are from opposite coasts, sport wildly different sounds, and are fronted by young men adept at mining psychodrama from twentysomething commonplaces. In the midst of DP's set-closing freakout, Morrison transmuted Ben Gibbard's dewy-eyed lullaby into a blustery rant about tepid conversationa diatribe not out of place during an evening that found opener Cex quipping, "For the record, this school sucks." A whiteboy rapper barely out of his teens, Cex also dropped the dreaded "e-word"emo, that is, the genre in which DP and DCFC are prime-time players if you let certain glossy music mags tell it.
Dismemberment Plan actually sound about as emo as the Wu-Tang Clan, having spent nearly a decade honing a thoroughly modern aesthetic that sets Morrison's dexterous vocals atop jazz chords, fragmented songform, and a clutter of samples and keyboard textures. On Thursday their set was hampered by minor fuckups, but Friday their grooves were alternately spazzy and punk-rocky, as Morrison gyrated, broke guitar strings, and improvised his lyrical flow. Ever the introvert, Gibbard turned his back to the crowd when he wasn't singing, and his usual subjectslove gone sour, diary keeping, hating Los Angelesall got the little-boy-lost treatment, heavy on pretty melodies and gentle Ben's delicate crooning. His mates didn't try to wow the crowd with chops or swagger: They did it with rock-solid rhythm, swirling guitar spills, and a certain grace that seemed the perfect complement to the post-millennial tension of their touring brethren. Christian Hoard
New Wave Hot Dogs
Jersey City, March 16. WFMU's annual fundraising marathon. As in each of the past six or seven years, Yo La Tengo and former FMU personality "Il Bruce" Bennett (guitar, A-Bones, Gowanus Canal Boys) take requests from listeners pledging $60 or more during a show hosted by pop gourmand Gaylord Fields.
*4:40 p.m. 20 minutes before airtime, Mark from El Paso wants any song by Patti Smith or Aerosmith.
*5 p.m.Guest percusser Hamish Kilgour (Clean, Mad Scene) asks if anyone has seen any good movies. James McNew (bass) suggests Pootie Tang. Hamish agrees to sing ESG's "You're No Good" if James sings too. James pronounces Kinks' "Do You Remember Walter?" a "toughie." Band settles on "Johnny Thunder" as a suitable alternative.
*5:21 p.m. Ira Kaplan (liquid swords): " 'Run, Joey, Run'I could never do that. 'Itchykoo Park'too hard. The Feelies' 'Raised Eyebrows.' " James: "Oh shit." (Teaches song to Bruce, recommends stabbing guitar.)
*5:25 p.m. Band plays "Eyebrows," "Rockaway Beach," "20th Century Boy," and, for Ken from Cincinnati (who put out the seven-inch in 1990), "Know It's All Right" by Love Child.
*5:36 p.m.Gaylord says "Tom" will pay $1000 if co-host Hova sings "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" with band. Other requests: "Mama Told Me Not to Come," "Search & Destroy," Thin Lizzie's "Jailbreak." Georgia Hubley (drums) wants to play "Jailbreak." Ira: "I'm not learning that now." Band plays the rest.
*5:57 p.m. Station meets its goal to raise $550,000 over two weeks.
*6:05 p.m. "Meet the Mets" (David from Hoboken) and the Rutles' "Cheese & Onions" (Peter from NYC).
*6:20 p.m. No one remembers verse to "Sonic Reducer." Georgia: "You are all useless."
*6:30 p.m. Eight-year-old Leila's parents pledge $330 so she can sing along on the phone to "I Don't Wanna Walk Around With You." Band also plays "Jailbreak."
*6:42 p.m. For two separate pledgers, James sings "When Doves Cry"; despite having recorded a solo tape of Prince covers, at start of third verse glances frantically around studio, fails to notice SOTC touching if you will my stomach, sings "Dig if you will a picture/ See how it trembles inside."
*6:50 p.m.After "Build Me Up Buttercup" (Georgia: "That song didn't deserve so many bad notes"), BTO, Cheap Trick, band plays "Shotgun," sings parts of other requests ("Schizophrenia," "Another Girl, Another Planet," "Sonic Reducer") over it.
*7:09 p.m. Michael and Sharon from Juneau pay $150 for the final number, "Sudden Organ" by Yo La Tengo. Unfulfilled: "Smooth Criminal," "69 Love Songs," or "Back in Black." Josh Goldfein
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