Friday, June 15
Better than: Karmin.
What do you want to know about Kitty Pryde’s New York debut that you haven’t already read? The Wall Street Journal told you Donald Glover was there somewhere taking pictures, as was Tao Lin, who was tweeting with Kitty backstage under the pretense of buying her some gum. Pitchfork reported that Kitty’s parents were present, which made saying the c-word live uncomfortable for her, and that the prom-gowned redhead’s hypeman was her adorably stiff Skrillex-haired younger brother. Rolling Stone relayed the backstory to Kitty’s crushwave track “Ay Shawty: THE SHREKONING!!!!,” a song she wrote about a boy who responded by asking her to promote his band on Facebook. Billboard passed along this quote regarding her straplessness: “My boobs are gonna fall out. Y’all gonna take pictures and put them on your blog.” And the fact they’ve all told you all this about a 19-year-old’s first public show ever tells you even more.
Yes, we’ve been here before, at the Knitting Factory to boot. So why are we here again, exactly? Depends on if you’re the one begging to buy her gum or not, I suppose. But to fathom an optimistic guess as to why this early morning showcase was a press conference, it’s that we have a Dayota Beach Claire’s employee who saw Odd Future as an opportunity, not an affront, and decided that girls could spin their interior monologues into Tumblr rhymes and upload them to the Internet too. And that her “Okay Cupid” video is simultaneously nerdy and culturally versed and feminine: a girl lifting her Boba Fett mask to drink a PBR, a laptop with cat-plastered coquettishness being offset by a Supreme sticker, a Yeastie Girlz shirt. And that despite the fact this pathway to relative success is becoming more commonplace, uploading yourself “rapping” to YouTube takes a lot of bravery to do, especially for a self-aware mall employee with negligible rhythm. And that if this directly inspires even 10 suburban teenage girls to pursue this means of self-expression, then we have done something right.
So do you want to know if it was good? Depends on whether watching an acquaintance karaoke-ing at a backyard graduation party is what you’d consider good. At one point, Kitty explained that she’d told rapper Danny Brown that she was worried about saying something here stupid onstage. Everybody already expects you to do that, he told her, so don’t worry. That was the measuring stick here: if this first performance wasn’t a disaster, it would invariably be a success. In other words, here’s how she defined good: “I haven’t pissed myself yet.”
Critical bias: Very fun night.
Overheard: “I thought you’d be better than this.”
Random notebook dump: “King of Carrot Flowers” and “Sara and Tegan.”