“Ball so hard, this shit crazy”
It was a money-draining party and I had a blast.
Heart Of Douche-ness or “The Imperialism Of Young Assholes”
Take up the White Mans Burden, Hipsters. Conquer the middle class with your bougie contempt and self-loathing fashion. But don’t complain when you’re branded the enemy.
EULA, Life Size Maps & More at Shea Stadium
Five great bands at a Friday show in Shea Stadium.
Silent Barn Public Meeting Tomorrow
Panelists gather to discuss All Ages venues, with some necessary rocking out.
alt-J at Glasslands
Lead singer Joe Newman asked us to sweat with him and we did.
Summer is dead. It’s been pouring in New York. I ignore flash flood warnings, racing past the Plaza Hotel to an advance press screening of “Killer Elite.” The moody thriller starring Jason Statham, Clive Owen and Robert De Niro matches the dark day. The film is based on the controversial claims of Sir Ranulph Fiennes, an ex SAS officer who joined the Army of the Sultan of Oman in 1968. Fiennes would go on to be dubbed the ‘World’s Greatest Explorer’ by the Guinness Book of World Records and proceed to publish his novel The Feathermen in 1991. The book and film both follow the shadowy world of global assassins and professional killers kept by governments to perform stealth operations. Set in Australia, Jordan and Wales, Statham and Owen are equally matched rivals, fighting wars for displaced sheiks and stodgy London bankers. De Niro plays Statham’s gruff mentor, filing in for father figure and unintentional comedic relief. Sir Ranulph Fiennes who gets written into the film, ends up in a puddle of his own blood. Though, in reality Fiennes, married his childhood sweetheart, journeyed around the world on its polar axis using surface transport only and was passed over for the role of James Bond by Roger Moore. Slick, stylish and only slightly sentimental.