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Beam Me Up, Buttercup, to the 1980s!

In Teleportation, Truths on February 27, 2009 at 11:23 am

Wondering when the Teleportation bit was coming in, were you? Well friends, I kindly transport you to two different lifelines (narratively, although it is becoming more and more possible these days):

January 20, 2009: I admit this isn’t too far back, but give a gal her break. Only a few months ago I made my second great visit to the Windy City to work as a salesgirl at the infamous, so-large-it-needs-its-own-zip-code Merchandise Mart, and the lovely Koh came up from med school in Urbana to stay (erm, party) with me. During one of our many visits to the ultra hip Wicker Park, we found a vintage leather shop where Koh convinced me to buy a ridiculously overpriced purse that looked to be the bastard child of an early ’70s/mid ’80s conjugal visit…but that’s not what sold me. Just as I was putting it back on the rack, I noticed a strangely stiff-looking middle zipper pocket. And from thence spilt a double decade flashback, to…

19-Eighty Farking-9!!

The owner of my funky purse, who judging from these business cards, shapes up to be a middle-aged-to-elderly lady (you’ll see why) and boutique owner back in the ’80s. From now on, she shall be called Crumplecake Anders-Quinn.

C.A.-Q. lovvves her Holidays! But more importantly, she loves her arts & crafts.

There is SO MUCH MORE to love about Crumplecake after the cut. Trust me, you want to see even the deepest, most private innards of her/my purse.
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Here We Go Magic to play La Poisson Rouge Tuesday

In Art Consortium on February 26, 2009 at 6:58 pm

Published in The Onion A.V. Club New York Edition

In the words of Sufjan Stevens himself, Brooklynite Luke Temple has “one of the most beautiful voices in pop music.” With two critically praised solo albums already to his name, the indie folk musician’s newest venture, Here We Go Magic, finds him departing from singer-songwriting solo mode to join with a drummer and a bassist. The result is an underwater analog sound so exuberant and seamless that it glides from ambient instrumentals to afro-pop inflections without being bogged down by genre. Folk freaks and synth junkies will hear a lot to like in a song like “Tunnelvision,” with Temple’s crystalline, angelic voice ribboning through carefully layered additive sequences. Here We Go Magic plays here in advance of a new self-titled album due out next week.

The album is already out kids, and you have one more chance to catch Temple and the gang at La Poisson Rouge on Tuesday before he takes off on tour.

Note: the New York edition of The Onion A.V. Club has shuttered, and no longer hosts this article.

No More Pain: gimme that jingle-jangle box

In Art Consortium on February 26, 2009 at 1:39 pm

Nearly two years ago, a friend and I were driving down West Sunset Boulevard–windows down, AC blasting–to survey hidden gems of East L.A. music, and she mentioned a New York equivalent for the kind of sound we were looking for: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. This was before No Age and Health came along, so we settled for Silversun Pickups, Monsters Are Waiting, and Irving for our magazine centerpiece, “Adventures In Silverlake.”

Not too impressed by the Pains’ early recordings at the time, I forgot all about ’em until last year’s CMJ when I caught a Knitting Factory showcase (with Depreciation Guild). They failed to grab my attention with their seemingly aimless jangling, and I focused my efforts on the more up-front, less original Vivian Girls and Crystal Stilts in my CMJ Awards blog for Yahoo!.

So I’ve got to say, sweet Pains: I should have known you were painstakingly seeding and sifting through your favorite influences…getting on by having fun, playing shows–holding out on the good stuff only to unleash an astonishingly NEW pop record with a beautiful Sarah Records familiarity. I address to you my formal apology, Pains, with your choral pop “Young Adult Friction” C86 jangle, and I requite you with some early Primal Scream.

Primal Scream, “Velocity Girl”
The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart, “Young Adult Friction”

Brooklyn’s Stars Like Fleas to play Union Pool Sunday

In Art Consortium on February 24, 2009 at 4:10 pm

Published in The Onion A.V. Club New York Edition

At first listen, Brooklyn’s Stars Like Fleas sound like a group of musicians vehemently opposed to cohesion—an experimental pop orchestra virally tuning and dueling in a rehearsal space trapped between streams of consciousness. In fact, the band’s permanent members Montgomery Knot and Shannon Fields are supported by a revolving lineup of up to 21 musicians, both live and on their 2007 full-length, The Ken Burns Effect. The swelling results of all that prove unerringly bewitching, with a cosmic sound that drifts away from post-rock to absolute, glittering, madness. The group plans to release an EP this year and will head out on a European tour in the fall.

Note: the New York edition of The Onion A.V. Club has shuttered, and no longer hosts this article.


UNIQLO Spring T-Shirt Campaign: Streetcasting 101

In Truths on February 24, 2009 at 10:36 am

One of the most exciting things 2009 has brought so far has been the freelance assignment I accepted to cast models for the Japanese clothing line UNIQLO. Fellow scribe Trafficjamsandtea and I raged through Williamsburg, East Village and SoHo all weekend with my sexy Nikon D70s, getting paid to speak with and photograph New York’s beautiful young faces. I don’t want to get all Sartorialist on you, but I couldn’t let some of these photos go to waste: some are so beautifully human, others are the very definition of truthist-imagism (my douchey word for image-conscious and/or awkward).

Here are some of my favorites:

Only you, Estonian princess currently signing with a New York model agency, could make the puffiest of parkas look elegant.

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PHOTOMATON #1: Strand_Falls_Feininger

In Photomaton on February 24, 2009 at 4:11 am

Welcome to PHOTOMATON, a weekly assembly of three images I’ve been staring at for so long they have developed an affinity for each other in the fictional truthspace of my mind. This week we feature photographers Paul Strand, Sam Falls, and Andreas Feininger.


You can think of it as pictures taking pictures, if you’d like. I’m from Brooklyn and we have photo booths everywhere. In our bars, our dance clubs and then on our refrigerators and vanity mirrors. The past few weeks of pseudo-celebratory weather led me to them almost as frequently as my first New York summer did, and so I researched the history of the photomaton and was led to this gorgeously examined post which includes videos, photos, and the first photo booth invented in 1926 which was placed in Times Square, New York.

Hope you enjoyed that, folks.

Oh, and “Lisa Frank called. She wants her pony back.” – ShannonShannon

Back Catalog: All Tomorrow’s Parties 2008

In Art Consortium on February 23, 2009 at 2:34 pm

ATP 2008 in New York’s Catskill Mountains was one of the most venerable truths of my concert-going lifetime. Which is why ATP New York 2009 is a must-see for noise lovers and music lovers alike (who should, arguably, be more than alike).


Here’s my SPIN preview on last year’s My Bloody Valentine reunion, and below is the introduction to my long-form coverage on the entire magnificent experience for Yahoo! Music’s Maximum Performance blog.

One glance at Kutshers Country Club and, as ATP founder Barry Hogan said, you definitely felt like you were in a “cross between The Shining and Cocoon.” Wall-to-wall windows lined labyrinthine hallways, giving a creeping sense of voyeurism to the place rather than that pastoral, in-the-woods breath of air you would expect from getting out of the city. Located in Monticello in upstate New York’s Catskill Mountains, the sold-out festival would host three days of shoegaze, post-punk, and most importantly, My Bloody Valentine’s first show in the United States in 16 years…

Read the full (nearly 2,000 word) article here.

Depreciation Guild: like Kevin Shields playing NES

In Art Consortium on February 23, 2009 at 11:17 am

Great news! I recently started contributing music and nightlife previews for The Onion A.V. Club‘s Decider New York.

Here’s an excellent video for “Nautilus,” brought to you by Depreciation Guild.

And here’s your very own Truthist’s preview for L’oignon:
If you thought listening to three dudes playing videogames would always be annoying, think again. Brooklyn’s The Depreciation Guild is made up of two guitar-playing humans, a live drummer, and a sequenced Famicom (no new computers, the band promises). The result sounds like Kevin Shields reimagining an early videogame soundtrack, minus the familiar sound bites of yore. Founder Kurt Feldman harnesses bits and chips from the Nintendo gaming system, blending each component into shimmering soundscapes that enclose layers of breathy, dreamy vocals. More shoegazing splendor is expected in March with single out on Shelflife Records and a full-length album to be released in the summer.

Note: the New York edition of The Onion A.V. Club has shuttered, and no longer hosts this article.

The first truth

In Truths on February 23, 2009 at 11:03 am

Hello birds, soothsayers and seekers of truth. This is my inaugural post, and to avoid too many heart-warming introductions, I link you to my About Page and Resume, in hopes that you will return soon for a daily dose of Truthism. If the furious climate permits, I should be posting a published snippet a day along with periodic insights of the pop culture variety.

Please, have a wonderful day!