“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.
Sigur Rós at Prospect Park
On Tuesday night as I rode my bike down the hill in Prospect Park with a picnic and a large white sheet in my bag, I knew I had arrived at the Bandshell when I saw the snaking line hundreds of people long waiting to see Iceland’s Sigur Rós. I’m not sure how the show passed under my radar, but I didn’t get tickets before it sold out. And it seems hundreds of other New Yorkers had the same dilemma. But for every problem there is a solution. Picnicking on the knoll out back my fellow procrastinators and cash-strapped comrades were serenaded by Jónsi Birgisson’s ethereal voice as the full moon rose behind us. My white sheet now has strawberry, grass, and wine stains, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
(Ed. Note: Elizabeth also captured some audio, so you can close your eyes and pretend you were there. Enjoy!)