Malkmus, Yo La Tengo, Warm Up, and the Yankee Doodle Chicken
Nothing makes us feel more patriotic than the Yankee Doodle Chicken Man. Thanks CAKEHEAD for bringing this to our attention. Lots to do this weekend, including burning a flag to protest our country’s Jesusy detour. You know, before it becomes a felony. Here are some other highlights:
Saturday 7-2 (3-9pm)
Warm Up at P.S.1
DJ Harvey w/ Groove Collective and Simon James
22-25 Jackson Ave, LIC
8 bucks includes museum admission
[From Flavorpill]
Not to sound too effusive, but the producers of P.S.1′s parties have stepped up their game (again), and your next nine Saturdays are basically a lock. The museum’s Greater New York 2005 exhibition ‚Äî one of the best surveys of local artists in years ‚Äî is even a compelling reason to occasionally tear yourself from the beer, burgers, and beats in the courtyard, which is tricked out this year with a breathtakingly futuristic, spandex-wrapped canopy/installation piece. The season’s lineup is relentless, kicking off with DJ Harvey’s leftfield disco, acid jazz big band Groove Collective, and Projections’ Simon James dropping all manner of beats and breaks. Wallflowers be warned, Warm Up crowds dance en masse.
July 4
Yo La Tengo, Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks, and Laura Cantrell
Live and free at Battery Park
[From Flavorpill]
Battery Park, Manhattan’s “emerald doorstep,” plays host today to classic indie rock and avant country. Twenty years of consistently great records show Yo La Tengo’s ever-changing brilliance ‚Äî from the blissed-out dronescapes of And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside-Out to their genre-defying masterpiece, 1997′s I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One. Equally essential is Stephen Malkmus, who led ’90s groundbreakers Pavement into timeless territory with his rough-around-the-edges genius, and finally hit his solo stride with 2005′s pleasantly weird Face the Truth. As for Laura Cantrell, legendary BBC DJ John Peel famously championed the folk aesthete, calling her first album “my favorite record of the last 10 years, and possibly my life.
