In the week one of us had to publicly defend himself against the crime of using the phrase “Fey Highwayman,” we watched with amusement as close SOTC affiliate Christopher R. Weingarten became a viral video poster boy for the death of music criticism. Poetic choice of t-shirts, Chris!
Elsewhere, we talked to Woody Allen about his new Whatever Works, Iranian filmmaker Bahman Ghobadi about Ahmadinejad’s repressive regime and the disputed election there, artist Ben Frost on his latest show at Brooklynite Gallery, and Dana Kristal, on the exclusive details of the final CBGB settlement.
Live: Major Lazer burst into flames at S.O.B.’s, Matt & Kim joined DJ Jazzy Jeff and a bunch of rum to play a comically lavish Chelsea club, Kevin Smith talked dirty at Carnegie Hall, Todd P’s acoustic BBQ went off with minimal toplessness at Fort Tilden Beach, Phoenix ushered in summer at the Music Hall of Williamsburg, and Jonathan Richman heated up the Bowery Ballroom.
Speaking of summer, we added A Place To Bury Strangers, Thee Oh Sees, and Tiny Masters of Today to this year’s Siren Festival, which already features Built To Spill, Spank Rock, Grand Duchy (i.e. Frank Black), Micachu & the Shapes, Japandroids, Monotonix, and Frightened Rabbit, to name a few.
Elsewhere: the Eminem diss tracks The-Dream should’ve written for Mariah, a sincere plea to the Boredoms to stop making every show they play into an outsized gimmick, a point-counterpoint on the Lupe Fiasco leak debacle, and an homage to our new favorite person, Williamsburg-hater Jay Mundy.
The top 10 records sold last week at Kim’s Video on First Avenue. And, perhaps related: a farewell to Virgin Megastore. A photo of Electrik Red with duct tape over their mouths. Dinosaur Jr. streams and skateboarding tricks. An investigative report on the appalling theme song to the new Girls Next Door spinoff Kendra. New videos from Woods, Taylor Swift and T-Pain, and Sonic Youth, and new music from the Gossip and the Clipse. Plus, Iranian protest rap, a heartfelt wish for Chris Knox to recover fully, and some other things, which are now drifting right out of our head like smoke from a fire extinguished by torrential, unending rain. Rain rain rain. Back on Monday.