Easy Steps to Better Your Mood

Step 1: Listen to Beirut before bed.

Step 2: Listen to Beirut upon waking.

Trust me, it works. Having amazing friends and family helps too. Sorry for the lack of anything on here. Finals. Life. etc.

One more step...

Methodddd

Bob Cate

Jarvis (or asdfghjkl;')

Jarvis Cocker

Really, what can be said? Jarvis Cocker is a legend and I was thrilled to see him perform just like I've always imagined. He takes top prizes in both dance moves and stage banter. He spoke about how being inside Webster Hall felt like being inside a pyramid where milk stays fresh and razor blades stay sharp which would be worthless to the ancient Egyptians who, according to Jarvis, did not shave. What that has to do with anything whatsoever, I don't really know. Click the caption for the full set of photos.

After the show was a very debauched night, indeed. Bouncing around the Lower East Side until the wee hours of the morning has become a frequent pastime. I got to meet Jarvis and briefly shower him with praise at zee Annex followed by hours of absolute ridiculousness.

After a brief slumber, I took pictures of Travis looking like Christian Bale...



and a few of us in our matchy matchy outfits...





We got up early to soak in the perfect weather with the hope it might cure our hangovers. It helped but now I'm about to collapse. I'm really only writing this because I'm in the midst of a shitload of homework which I should be getting back to....now.

100!!!

Just had to get that out of my system.

*about to die*

I'm sorry, but the weather has been too nice and I've been too busy to do this blog thang for a while. Just wanted to share my excitement a bit. I'm seeing Jarvis Cocker tonight and then I plan to die happy.

Vomtastic

Instead of doing my homework, I would just like to alert you all to the fact that I am very sick. Do you have any idea how painful it is to loose two pounds in less than ten hours? I'm very sure you don't want to know. Today, I made progress because I can actually walk around my apartment a bit. Being sick sucks! Owww, it's hurting my arms to write this! I had a dream that there was a giant red and blue hen/parrot creature sitting on a telephone wire...judging me. Boo! I'm going to go back to watching The Tudors for historical purposes. Twee!

Holy Water

Saw The Gossip last night. Beth Ditto wore a gold lamé dress. It was the hotness to say the least. After, I was supposed to hang out with my Swedish friend and his really hot visiting Swedish friend but I was tired and a half by the time I got home and just went to bed. This morning I was met with a voicemail box filled with the funniest Swedish drunk dials ever. Good times.

New York is about five feet under water right now and I hear it's about to get worse. I was out a few hours ago and the puddles are deep enough to almost go over my wellies. Part of me would really love to Swedish it up right now and the other part is thinking it's DVD time instead. Yesterday, I watched Happiness of the Katakuris for one of my classes and that was some effed up shit. Now, I need something like Harry Potter to cleanse my pallet.

Now that's more like it!

Yesterday, I was in a sour mood and the cynical part of me was already planning to title this entry "Klaxons Mehnia" as the whole week had been a bit of a disappointment. Of course, you readers must adjust to Tiye's meaning of disappointment which is basically anything less than over the moon and back again. I have high standards, what can I say? High standards that were not being met after I went two for two with crowded pretentious parties earlier in the week.

Knowing I wanted to catch Bonde Do Role, I breezed into Studio B around what I thought was a frighteningly early time only to be met by the most packed crowd I've ever witnessed there. Despite the insane crowd and the scorching temperature, Bonde Do Role were fantastic fun and tempered my bad mood a bit. Cue the end of their set and standing around looking at strobe lights for half an hour getting more and more ticked off.

A century later, Klaxons finally took the stage. I watched the first half of the set from a perch on the side of the DJ booth and the second half on the far side of the stage. That venue always has interesting ways to get a great view. Klaxons definitely abolished any thought of me calling them "meh" last night. It was a perfect venue and, despite being packed, an amazing crowd. The show seemed to enter a higher realm when they played Magick. After stretching out the pause at the climax, they kicked back into the song at double the volume and the room erupted. People were going nuts and it fed into the energy of the performance. Let me just take this opportunity to thank the sound guy at Studio B. Amazing.

After the show, me and my band of outsiders embarrassed ourselves a few times by trying to chase down cabs until we gave up and walked over to Royal Oak. After some quality time there, some of us went to 3rd Ward for a rave. It was pretty awesome, but it seemed that everyone there had taken all the free drugs before we got there leaving us to wander the delirious halls a bit too sober until we decided to jet. It was a pretty fun night. No pictures...from anyone apparently. Use your imaginations!

I can't even...

I believe these photos are by Roger Sargent. I'm trying to compose a single thought but I'm a little overwhelmed.

I'm about to cry

*dies*

KLAXONS!!!

Klaxons

Last night was the kickoff to Klaxons week. They played Bowery Ballroom to a room filled with industry people and underagers...oh and me. It was weird. Unfortunately the sound at Bowery was not loving these kids as the first three or so tunes were nearly unrecognizable. Eventually though, things did get sorted out and the rest of the show was quite good. Bowery is definitely not the venue for Klaxons. The high stage just makes me think they're putting on a ravey recital. I'm really looking forward to Studio B on Friday because I think it will suit them much better.

The after party was at Home Sweet Home and was greatly in the spirit of the more horribly crowded and uninteresting the space is, the cooler it gets. After a while, some of the crowd dispersed and everyone was able to enjoy the place a bit more. I can't believe I'm writing this instead of my homework which I'll have to do at light speeds in just a minute...anyway, click the caption for more pictures.

Mishaps

Photo Credit

This week is going to be super busy and you'll be lucky if a post pops up on here, but I just wanted to use this brief time I have over breakfast to indulge in a little gossip. As you may know, I was out of town visiting the parents last weekend. Patrick Wolf was playing his third NYC show at Misshapes and I normally wouldn't want to apply the word "miss" to a Saturday at Don Hill's but from what I've heard, I missed seeing some major drama. Damn!

Before I get into it, I just want to note that when I was home vegging out with the parents, I watched an episode of The Office they had recorded for me where Dwight uses mace on Roy. The whole episode, Angela goes around the office asking everyone to recount the story to her over and over again. Anyway, I was so Angela yesterday once I heard this story and I made everyone recount it to me and I hope if you are reading this you will tell me your version of the story too because I'm crazy like that.

Allow me to be an immature gossip and recount the events that I did not witness: Apparently Patrick flipped out at Zach (his drummer) on stage, trash talked him into the mic, bitch slapped him, and when Zach talked back, Patrick threw a cymbal at him and fired him in front of a room filled with drunk underage hipsters. DRAMA! Misshapes ruins everything!!! I love Patrick more than I can say, but this is true sadness because Zach is the nicest of the nice. I shed a single tear for him when I heard. I hope both of those boys work out their daddy issues.

Wow. The New York Times actually wrote an article on this.

Moving on...KLAXONS! Tonight.

Chinese Children

My two dear friends, the princes, Will and Harry, are currently in China for two weeks. It's boggling my mind how far away they are right now. Harry put their first pictures from Beijing up on his Facebook and I decided to steal them and post them here because I love them.





I hope they don't mind the privacy invasion...what are they going to do? Dig a hole and get me?!

You decide!

Photo Credit

Clearly, Cobra Mark either loves and/or hates my brother and I. It's up for you to decide, America. For now I'm home with the parents while Travis braves dastardly conditions to win one for the Bobbsey twins! Since I'm locked out of NYC this evening, I decided to be a dork and write this up while my mom watches The Ten Commandments. God listens to you, Moses!

Ha! Ok last night I didn't take any pictures because I'm over that shit. Aw, sadness. I had fun without it. I went to see The New York Howl at Mercury Lounge and oh my, it was the shit. How come I've never seen these guys play before?! They're fucking fantastic. More to come. They come with my seal of approval as well as Jamie T's.

As soon as they played the last note, we jetted out to Studio B and caught some beautiful Patrick Wolf. He sang a bit of "SexyBack" and ended with a disco spectacular something-or-other. My poor brother made it just after he finished so we drowned his sorrows in the open bar. Patrick Wolf loves us and we both made out with him. Kidding! By "make out" I mean he was very nice to us because he could feel how ridiculously in love with him we both were.

On the way back into Manhattan, we got derailed at an empty Galapagos to meet up with our Swedish bff. Didn't you know Swedish bff's are the hot new accessories? Yeah, irony glasses are so last season. Moving on...female cab driver...Ruff Club...after after after party of spicy shrimp Ramen and Brothers of the Head...and then I took a train to DC. I'm sleepy.

Happy Easter, Jesus!

Magic Patrick

Patrick Wolf

Last night Patrick Wolf played at Hiro Ballroom...for free! There was no way I was missing this. If anyone knew how crazy about Patrick I really was, I'm sure they would be very frightened of me...which I conveniently told Mr. Wolf last night. Good times.

I was jazzed out of my mind just to see him play. I, of course, wiggled my way to the very front totally disregarding the fact that I am at least six inches taller than most of the crowd. When he came onstage dressed in black, it was more surreal to me than seeing Iggy. Patrick Wolf...*mind blown*

After one song he stripped down to his sequence shirt and torn shorts. He played new songs as well as golden oldies like "The Child Catcher" and "Tristan". If there was any tenth of a percentage of me not totally gaga over him, it was completely abolished when Patrick sat down at the keyboard and treated everyone to his rendition of "Moon River".


Patrick Wolf

I am seriously having problems coming up for words about how great it was. Plus, you should be able to tell by now that this is a drunk blog. I never drink cognac and that's all that there was in the greenroom when Travis and I went back there to terrorize everyone.

Tonight Patrick is playing at Studio B and it will be the shit. Be there, find me, and don't be surprised if I rewrite this entire thing once I sober up. Click the captions for more pictures.

*facepalm*

ZOOTIME ZOOTIME ZOOTIME

Mystery Jets

This is just your friendly neighborhood reminder that tickets for the Mystery Jets show on June 2nd at Bowery Ballroom go on sale tomorrow. Be sure to grab one (just not before me) because this is a band not to be missed. I already have my tickets to see them at Joe's Pub the night before. I've never been there, but I suspect it will be quite different.

Now please enjoy some vintage Mystery Jets...

...Kap looks completely different!

Patrick

I really just wanted an excuse to post this picture...I don't have one...I don't need one. While we're on the subject of going insane from sweet anticipation, let's have a little more Patrick Wolf...

Albert Hammond, Jr.

Albert Hammond, Jr.

Albert Hammond, Jr.'s 40 minute album worth songs seemed to fly by last night at Bowery Ballroom. The room was packed and you could feel the love. Great show. At the after party, a British friend of mine pointed out a woman to me and told me it KT Tunstall. Not knowing who she was but feeling very drunk and goofy, I proceeded to approach her. *taps on shoulder* "Are you KT?" Cue woman giving me a comforting hug assuming that I must be her biggest fan. The next half hour was wasted politely listening to her talk about herself. Somehow, we eventually escaped from her vortex of self-absorption but couldn't resist going back for a bit more, pulling a face in a photo with her. Look for the results here in the near future. Anyway, back to Albert...quite spectacular. Click the caption for the full set of photos.

Locksley/Scissors for Lefty

Name two completely under-appreciated bands with nonsensical (to me at least) names that can each turn any show into a dance party...


Locksley


Scissors for Lefty

Click the captions for full sets of pictures. I'll write something more eloquent tomorrow. Right now, I'm all danced out.