Memo to the single gentlemen and samesexual curious ladies of Ye Olde Williamsburg: Erica Sackin‘s outlined the definitive steps to picking up a hipster girl over at The Awl today. These things aren’t usually published on the interent for public eyeballs to peruse without your ponying up $19.99 for the limited edition DVD (w/ laser lighter special gift if you order now!). We suggest you go give it a read and get back to us if she, a now self-admitted hipster girl, has left off any glaring ommissons!
I’m not sure why you’d actually want to know how to pick up a young hipster woman. We’re all too-skinny obnoxious know-it-alls who sneer at you for listening to last year’s Billboard Charts topper (unless it’s Lady Gaga, of course). Maybe you like the masochism, I don’t know. Maybe you have a tattoo fetish. Maybe going to rock shows and eating all-organic locally sourced beef and/or vegan meals found in dumpsters is cheaper than that new Ferrari you’d otherwise get in your quarter or mid-life crisis. Maybe you’ve been reading the collected works of Mystery the Pickup Artist and want to expand your repertoire (in which case, stop; there’s a strong chance you shouldn’t be dating any girls, anywhere, ever). Maybe you’re a slightly nerdy boy in a low-fi surf rock band who loves to bake his own pies but is too desperately shy to work up the nerve to talk to the gorgeous brunette with half her head shaved and a tattoo of some Joy Division lyrics on her thigh (in which case, you’re adorable, email me). Whatever your reason, it’s obvious you’re going to need some help. Because I’ve seen you doing it wrong.
Step One: Come to us.
Step Two: Yes, just talk to us.
Step Three: Don’t be creepy.
Step Four: Bone up on pop culture.
Step Five: It’s not called flakiness, it’s called letting your plans evolve.
CMJ should keep you busy this week, but one lucky reader should save space in their calendar for Thursday night. That’s because we’re giving away a pair of tickets to the Rare Finds party, presented by SPIN and Ray-Ban.
Local Natives are headlining, and Titus Andronicus will also playing a set. It’s a private event, so CMJ badges won’t get you in — plus there will be free booze, a DJ Set from Geologist of Animal Collective and (we’re guessing) plenty of Wayfarers.
The party kicks off at 9pm on the 21st, at the firehouse at 87 Lafayette Street.
For your chance at a pair of tickets, please follow @freedubya on Twitter and send us an @reply using the hashtag of the evening: #rarefinds. We’ll be picking one follower on Wednesday to win two tickets to the party.
What better way to counter your Monday morning misery, than to catch some fresh and exclusive footage of Deerhunter playing in Manhattan last Friday? Probably one of the most hyped bands nowadays, Deerhunter have been cleaning up with monster critical acclaim from their latest album Halcyon Digest. Those lucky enough to get into the sold out show were treated to a diesel 15 song set that touched upon nearly all of their records. For a taste of it, check out the sweet BIG ASS LENS footage below of “Memory Boy”, “Rainwater Cassette Exchange” and “Don’t Cry”. More video of Deerhunter playing “Desire Lines”, “Hazel Street” and “Never Stops” over at BAL.
The best and worst thing about DIY shows is that you don’t know what is going to happen. We aren’t in a situation where bands have elaborate riders with bowls only the green M&Ms or a long list of lighting cues or – really anything. The live music atmosphere that so many of us grew up with and are still a part of today is one where bands will play anywhere (how many shows did you go to in VFW halls growing up?), they roll up in their busted and dirty vans, the venues are serving cheap beer out of cases they bought from the deli down the street and there is a room full of sweaty, passionate and appreciative people. It is in this scene where anything can go wrong, or go oh-so right, or be an amazing combination of the two. Something only seen here and in this moment in time. I would say the show at the Ridgewood Masonic Temple on Friday night was one of those. (more…)
28-year-old rapper Michael Larsen, AKA Eyedea was announced dead this morning due to unknown causes. Larsen was renowned as a great MC and freestyler. He released three albums with collaborator DJ Abilities, as well as working with many amazing figures in the underground hip hop world.
Larsen’s mother Kathy Averill broke the news of his passing via Facebook today. A memorial fund in his name is being arranged.
It is with great pain and sadness that I tell you my son Mikey (Eyedea) has passed away.
At this time we kindly request you respect our privacy as we process this devastating loss.
-Kathy Averill
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Please Respect the wishes of the family, we will pass on more information at a later date.
-Rhymesayers
Watch the video for the song “Smile” from the album By The Throat below.
If you’ve been listening to more ambient and electronic styles of music lately, Gold Panda‘s name pops up pretty often. Having seen this man hit the decks at Field Day in London this past summer, I will say that you are in for a huge treat. Below is his full schedule. Do not miss.
18 AOL Spinner show (streamed live at 8.30pm, EST) – invite only
21 Pitchfork Showcase, 9.00pm, 61 Wythe Avenue, Brklyn
22 Webster Hall w/Fourtet show 7.00pm, Webster Hall, 156 Ludlow St
23 Fixed party , TBC (evening show) 70 N 6th Street, Brklyn
23 Urban Outfitters (daytime event, TBC 12-6) Soho Store, 575 Broadway, NYC
No matter how many times you watch this, you will always come up with new ways it breaks your brain. In this freaky-ass video interview with Animal Collective’s Avey Tare about his new album Down There, you meet Avey, crocodiles, acid trips and weird swampy vibes. It was written and directed by his sister, Abby Portner, and was probably found in the same place that those Blair Witch tapes were hiding.
It’s that time of the week for your recent bar/restaurant openings round-up. Featured this week: Hummus in Bushwick, a new bar in the space of a former casket factory, a quaint coffee shop on Union Avenue, and a bagel shop with more spreads than you can imagine.
Yummus Hummus: Tasty homemade hummus, pita, salads, and falafel in a cozy Bushwick eatery.
Pine Box Rock Shop: Awesome Bushwick bar in a former casket factory that offers a variety of beers, trivia, and live music.
West Cafe: Coffee shop on Union Avenue serving pastries from Balthazar and coffee from The Brooklyn Roasting Company. Planning to serve wine, beer, and small dishes once their liquor license is approved.
Bagelteria: New bagel shop with 3849830840 spreads. Just kidding-not that many, but a lot to choose from.
Brooklyn Bowl owner Peter Shapiro is considering taking his alley/venue/restaraunt/bar nationwide, exporting its hipster elements out and capitalizing in similar neighborhoods around developing areas in cities like San Francisco. There’s a lotta “ifs” out there, but hey, it might happen. “We would try to take the best of what’s worked in New York and try to re-create that again,” said Shapiro, to the San Francisco Chronicle:
New York’s acclaimed Brooklyn Bowl has been the subject of some juicy rumors involving a possible Mission District location.
The first – and to this point, only – location of the food, music and bowling LEED-certified venue is in the Williamsburg area of Brooklyn. Owner Peter Shapiro is flirting with a number of options, but since there’s definitely no deal yet, he’s staying mum.
It’s a fun spot, there’s no doubt about that. And hell, Shapiro, it’s a great idea too. Who doesn’t love a bowling alley-venue with hotdamn awesome fried chicken? Export your pants off.
Memo to the single gentlemen and samesexual curious ladies of Ye Olde Williamsburg: Erica Sackin‘s outlined the definitive steps to picking up a hipster girl over at The Awl today. These things aren’t usually published on the interent for public eyeballs to peruse without your ponying up $19.99 for the limited edition DVD (w/ laser lighter special gift if you order now!). We suggest you go give it a read and get back to us if she, a now self-admitted hipster girl, has left off any glaring ommissons!
