Tonight, Stephin Merritt peforms with Lemony Snicket in the Union Square Barnes and Noble. Earlier this week, Max Abelson sat down for some chit-chat with the most infamously white man in downtown indie music.
“All the articles begin, ‘Stephin isn’t such an asshole after all!’” said Stephin Merritt on Monday, the night before the release Read More
AIMEE: “I want to thank all of you for being here to share this in person when you could’ve just waited and read about it on Aimee’s blog,” my dad opens his speech to a roomful of laughs.
The spotlight shines down on my father, who holds a mic in one hand and a Read More
AIMEE: “Beautiful! Elegant! We’ll ghjkflshgkhkhgjkfsd and hgfsdhlkh and BOOBIES and fhkdsahhjkl,” the sweet little seamstress with the accent says to me, poking and prodding and pinning my dress all around me. I am trying very hard, but quite honestly, “boobies” really IS the only word I can make sense of and, incidentally, mine are Read More
Unfolding the CD booklet included in Paris Is Sleeping, Respect Is Burning, Volume 2 (Astralwerks), the most recent compilation emanating from the mostly French, disco-besotted deejay clique that mixes at the “Respect” night at the Queen Club on the Champs-Élysées in Paris, you find a series of portraits that represent the sort of glamorous tokenism Read More