if you don’t know this band, then the time to start listening was yesterday. they are fantastic, heady, talented, loud, impressive, entertaining, and quite a few of them are very attractive (seriously, totally hot). they have a fucking killer horn section and write some of the coolest, most interesting hooks i’ve heard from a new band in a very long time. the way they play with time signatures and their funky, percussive rhythms (plus the guaranteed contact high you’ll get from just being in the crowd) is guaranteed to have you moving and shaking all night. like a hippie ian curtis from joy division, but hopefully with a little more grace.
i first saw rubblebucket play this past summer on an all-night boat ride up and down the hudson and was absolutely floored. up until that point, my summer had been quite terrible (okay, the whole year had kind of sucked) but that night was the turning point. everything in my life changed and (almost) everything got waaay better. while i can’t entirely thank rubblebucket for this, seeing them certainly released something within me and now i simply cannot contain my excitement to see them open tonight for rebirth brass band. if you’re not going to le poisson rouge tonight, you’re definitely missing out.
the beatles - across the universe (anthology version)
this has been quite a difficult, hectic, but still beautiful holiday. as i finally sit at home, surrounded by my animals and my gifts, a (large) glass of wine in my hand, i can’t help but think about my family and friends, my life, just everything that has happened this year that has brought me to this exact very moment. it’s been a fucking wild ride but i wouldn’t give up one second of it. i can only hope that in the future, i will have many more evenings as pleasant as this one.
i recently recommended this to a friend who was unfamiliar with the twee genre (i’m a sucker for origin stories) and now i cannot get it out my of head. being a child of the 90s, my discman and i were constant companions and i grew up listening to nirvana’s cover of this song (probably on repeat, my favorite function). as happened to most everyone who loved their discman, i never properly learned the names of songs and instead learned them by number so for years, i only knew this song as #6 on Incesticide. thus, i spent most of my life thinking kurt cobain was saying “kiss kiss mommy’s lips”; needless to say, i was kind of weirded out but still really loved the song. i’m glad i was wrong about that one.
in honor of my buddy chuck criss and his fantastic band, the freelance whales, putting on a kick ass show tonight, i’m posting my favorite song of theirs. i am very fond of this band, not only because chuck is arguably one of the coolest dudes i’ve ever met, but because i like to remember their early days when they would busk at the bedford stop on the L train and play tiny, sweaty venues on very suspect streets in brooklyn. it was awesome and humbling to see them then and it’s even sweeter to see them now, at a packed show at webster hall.