Things There Should Be Draconian Punishments For
Unless you’re seeing a concert in a stadium, getting a good sight-line is hard enough as it stands: Unless you are tall-folk, you’re trying to see over the head of front-row tall folk. And if it’s not tall (or taller) folk—now that nearly everyone’s cell phone has a halfway decent camera affixed to it as a standard feature—it’s their phones. And if it’s not tall people’s phones, it’s everyone else’s phones. Because cell phones are now as standard a live music fixture as overpriced drinks and that high-pitched “eeeeeeeeee” sound of your hearing dying. And the desire to Instagram or Facebook or Tumblr a moment at a concert from one’s phone is—as going to pretty much any concert in 2012 will demonstrate—apparently insatiable. And we, as a people—or at least, the people of some respectably metropolitan cities—are better than that.
Or so one club would like to think.
Promptly at 9 p.m. on Thursday, March 26, Morrissey walked onstage at Carnegie Hall dressed in a dashing black tuxedo and rattled off a nonsequitur that could have been a Smiths lyric.
“And to think, it was by Grand Central Station I sat down and wept,” the British rock icon and former Smiths front man Read More
May is the new April! Other lessons learned this week: Not every woman can pull off the blousy-tunic-over-jeans look; starlets continue to shrink; men don’t like it when you chomp down on their nuts; and it’s not a cold, it’s allergies. O.K .! Tonight is a special one for those in catty media Read More
“Without 40 ounces of social skills, I’m just an ass in the crack of humanity,” sang the big woman with the blond Afro. “I’m just a huge manatee. A huge manatee.” Kimya Dawson, 28, a black nose and whiskers painted on her face, her bloomers sagging over platform high-tops, was killing the crowd at Bowery Read More
“When I was 19,” Jonathan Richman sang to the crowd at the Bowery Ballroom, “I was over-intellectual … I was such a little brat.” Then he grinned his goofy, mournful grin, reeled back from the microphone and launched into another acoustic 1-4-5 guitar solo, for “Nineteen in Naples.”
Now 48, Mr. Richman has a Read More