A Couple Things to Plan Your Week Around

I don’t normally tell you people where to go – most wouldn’t much care for my normal, blanket suggestion – but I’m willing to make an exception, this week.  Because for the large part, it’ll entail repeating myself.  Which I love to do.

Which I love to do.

This Tuesday night is the first in a series of parties at The Delancey called Beg Yr. Pardon and, though begging is unsightly – and though I don’t go to parties (because there are generally people there, and I don’t much care for those) – one of these folks saved my life in ‘Nam, and I’m therefore contractually obligated to pass word along yadda yadda yadda.  Here, let them say it:

“BYP is intended to feel like a house party - like you're in your parents'
basement, but with drink specials.  It should be more about kids having
fun and playing the rock and roll, less about hype-building, scene-making,
to-cool-for-schooling-it, or similar phenomena.  Or major goal, especially
for the first show, is to get as many people as possible to show up and
enjoy themselves.”

So, that.  I’m all for people enjoying themselves and the rock and roll, and all against hype-building and phenomena (though totally for The Phenomenauts, who are playing CBGB on Thursday; you can go do that, too, for all I care).

You know how I’ll be voting in the next election.

Whatever, here’s the flyer:

And some MP3s, which I’m totally hotlinking b/c I’m having trouble hosting shit today (thanks, Lily):

• Cholo - LOGs (mp3) (guy sings like Calvin Johnson on helium)


• Up the Empire - Careful What You Say (mp3)


• Fenwick - Summer Shack Has a Dick (mp3) (Whoa – are these them?  And they have songs called “P.E.T.A. Sucks” and “First Name Steve, Last Name Dave.”  Am totally in love.  Save me one.)


• (I’m so sorry.)


• Kickstart - Fuck Paul and Dance (mp3)

If you like the rock and the drinking and the people (and the all-you-can-eat BBQ, which already strikes me as suspect), you go do dat.  More info, a couple more songs, compromising photos of Jessica Alba(*) at Beg Yr. Pardon’s site.

[Note:  This post is one of those exceptions-that-proves-a-rule.  Publicists, do not send me party flyers, etc.  I will pee on them.  This is not ManicMess (though it looks like Manic Mess isn’t Manic Mess, anymore; where do those poor lost souls go?).]

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My annual co-op board meeting is Tuesday night.  How creepy is it that they’re holding it on 6/6/6?  “So, it’s agreed:  To provide for a new roof on the complex, we will be levying an assessment sacrificing a virgin and then holding an orgy in his/her blood.  Who’s bringing the potato salad?”  Anyway, if anyone’d like to be my proxy, let me know.

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Wednesday's the important stuff.  You have board-certified options.

Option 1:  The first night of O’Death’s month-long residency at Pete’s Candy Store.  I love these guys.  I know what you’re thinking:  What’s the urgency?  I’ve got a whole month to check ‘em out!  But beyond that disgusting New York desire to be first with the everything, look at it this way:  You see them tonight, you like them (and you will), you’ll have three more chances to see them this month.  By the time they play Northsix next month, you’ll be a grizzled O’Death veteran.

Seriously, though:  Go.  And buy their CD, which is really only available at their shows and through CD Baby.

Because my host has its nutsack in a knot, you get the same two songs; just know all the others are good, too:

• O’Death - Down to Rest (mp3)


• O’Death - Only Daughter (mp3)

Option 2:  Get your jam on:  The mysteriously elusively enigmatic (or... are they?) Endless Boogie is playing a Todd P show at the Union Pool Bar.  Here, from the band’s less-hairy guitarist, Jesper:

There's three bands on this bill... Drag City recording artistes PEARLS AND BRASS for the top billing, ENDLESS BOOGIE as the proverbial sandwich filler, and NUDITY (which features members of Tight Bros, Dub Narcotic and Two Ton Boa) opens up the evening.
UNION POOL is located at 484 Union Avenue at Meeker in cynical Williamsburg, Brooklyn.  Taketh the L to Lorimer, or the G to Metropolitan (that be the same stop) 9pm, $7.

I have no mp3s.  Because they’re mysterious.  And elusive.  They even made the font change color.  Whoa.

And yes, it’s unfortunate there’s a band calling themselves “Nudity.”  Ah, well.

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Friday’s Gogol Bordello at Irving Plaza.  And Saturday’s this thing.   The not-quite-last Mr. Brownstone-show-ever. Hair Supply!  And:  You haven’t seen Peelander-Z, yet?  What’s the matter?  Don’t you love yourself?

There.  And I promise to never do that again(*).

(*)not true

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