Sunday, December 20, 2009

how to disappear completely







I'm back. Sufjan Steven likes these flamenco folk players, as do I. I forewarn you they sound like a hippie group that could've played Woodstock and could easily soundtrack a Cameron Crowe throwback film, so if you're not into that, step away! Otherwise break out the tambourine and white gown, join the fun!


CANADIAN SUPERGROUP.
Lovely idea right?


Starfucker have changed their name! Their myspace hasn't been updated that recently, however their new stuff is amazing. When they play live, they do so accompanied by old records, that make their shows more like plays than just concerts, which is very very fun.


Monocle magazine have been harping on for a while now about the wonders of Sweden, their design scene, fashion scene and we're all aware of the music the snowy wonderland has given us, Little Big Adventure are a pretty little package that represent Sweden at its best, and my oh my would Monocle be proud. Like a mellow Daniel Johnson with touches of good Peter Bjorn and John, songs like 'The Hateful Eye' recall Miike Snow-esque electric beats accompanied by soothing glitch free vocals that equal rad noises all around.


The French speaking Regina Spektor, and whether or not you speak the language this girls voice and simple piano led songs will make you feel as well rested and warm as the first time you heard Regina herself.


If I were going to SXSW this band would be high on my list to see. Scuzzy and poppy in that Pains of Being Pure of Heart way, just with more girly vocals, this is just up my street. I'm not sure whether this would die live, as the garageband-esque production is what makes me most happy, but go see them and let me know?


PDX's answer to Girl Talk. I'm not super into it, but the kids at Holoscene are, and that can only mean scary big things happening on the underground.


Fun are like Panic! At The Disco at their most eccentric. It's quite like the Rocket Summer and I really love it. Fun is really theatrical and polished, but is certainly not for everyone, it's a lot to take on board... I suggest trying it if you're feeling ambitious and curious...Nettwerks done good.


Jenny Owens Young-esque folk. By no means anything groundbreaking, but if you like the Johnny Flynn, JOY, N&TW sector of guitar music, Caroline may make you very happy.


Like a lo-fi Tokyo Police Club meets Girls. Sweets, surfy and catchy enough that boys in collared shirts and sweater vests the world over will tap their toes intermittently.


Fans of Panda Bear, Animal Collective and early TV on the Radio rejoice, here be the beginnings of your new favourite band.


So guiltily indebted to the eighties, it at times sounds like bad karaoke, but if you listen beyond some off vocals, this is pretty awesome. It gives off Prince like vibes, therein PDX wins once more.


This band make me feel really uncomfortable. Any London types remember Ivich? They create the same creepy dank tone. This Oregonian outfit hurt my ears and inspire shallow breathing, but I kind of like it...


Beautiful free pop that sits somewhere between Animal Collective and Idiot Pilot. In my head when I play "what would I do were I Alex Patsavas" (I play this game in my head regularly) I'd use this bands songs on a number of CW beach town set teen dramas in scenes panning seascapes. It's music that creates images of care free abandon and sunshine, and when it's so bleak outside, it provides an instant holiday.


With a name that sounds almost like a Pokemon (Blastoise), you probably wouldn't expect a Port O'Brien shanty-indie vibe to emanate from this band. They sound like early Flaming Lips-playful and a little aggravated, yet somehow managing to be sweet enough to take you out to sea.


A young man called Nathan makes this 60's style Beach Boys-esque pop and it is fantastic. Nathan, if you're out there. let's be friends.


Something is happening here. It's not often you can call music genuinely interesting, but this intrigues with its aural experimentalism.


I love the record label Barsuk and I will never tire of saying so. This one guy from the Barsuk stable reminds me of David Bazan, who makes some of my favourite music in the world. This is emotive guitar music that means something, and so while I pine for more Bazan Lackethereof serves to please immensely.




If you like art at all there are some very good shows are on in London right now.
Please do check out:

Roger Hiorns at 157 Harper Road, Elephant and Castle.
Mark Tansey at Gagosian, Britannia Street.
Conrad Frankel at the Hempel Hotel.
Nicola Hicks at Flowers East, 21 Cork Street.
William E Jones at Swallow Street.
Stuart Haygarth at The Haunch of Venison.
Lynda Benglis, Louise Bourgeois, Alina Szapocznikow at Hauser and Wirth.
Tom Wood and Padraig Timoney at Museum 52.
Sophie Calle at the Whitechapel.
Georgia Russell at England & Co.
Robert Mcnally at One in the Other.

If you feel like travel:
Paris and Miami hold galleries by the lovely Emmanuel Perrotin
and Copenhagen holds David Risleys great gallery too.




Food wise, I've been enjoying Beas of Bloomsbury and Lolas (there is a concession in Selfridges Food Hall), both exceptional for cakes. It's also worth noting that Beas, though new, excels in cosy afternoon teas. On the cake front (it's all I have been living on, nothing is new) Hummingbirds Soho branch has finally opened on Wardour Street, so why not give them a welcoming visit and have a red velvet cupcake, the greatest of them all.

Right, now it is time to go back to repeating I Blame Coco and Robyns 'Caesar' and trying not to laugh when Coco does a call and response "I heard Robyns can fly!"....it is TOO cheesy. Great song otherwise though, check it out:


Merry Christmas everybody, hopefully this break won't be as long!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Whip it





All I listen to is Hall and Oates these days. Jet lag should really produce better blogs, but hey you can't rewatch all of Dawsons Creek AND talk about music et al. I have priorities...

Sunday, September 6, 2009

clinton and division







I left my I pod charger in New York four days ago, so I have been without music. It's very strange actually listening to the world
The world has given me Weezer, Death Cab For Cutie, The Beatles and the Chordettes, so I am thankful. When I come home I have unpacked, repacked and lain down to Noah and the Whale, Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin and Dave Bazan. 
Oregon washes over me and I have nary a will leave. Travelling the North East, through rain and shine, the warmth of the city of Portland is fairly overwhelming (as is its AMAZING coffee). Starfucker are the best band I have seen on these here travels (at the Doug Fir), and tomorrow I get to take in the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Cass McCombs, so I'm feeling merry.
I am back to New York in two days, and home in six. Autumn is here...

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

since you've been gone







I miss the days of good Kelly Clarkson.
Remember 'Miss Independent'? Back in the days when reality TV felt new? How did I live in a world lacking television that followed the trials and tribulations of Spencer and Heidi? How did I live without exposure to the glorious, glamourous, insightful character that is Nevin from the City? I don't know, but he is on my NY hit list of lame celebrities I would like to meet. I brushed Adam from the City's shoulder the other week and felt a wave of joy wash over me that had not been felt since the sighting of Dave Coulier (FULL HOUSE!!!) taking out the trash earlier this month. I am fully aware of how lame I am.

Let's segway into something less lame. As you may have gathered I am living in New York at the moment (hurrah!). I haven't actually had much free time to live in the city as such, but the basics of my life have become quite mundane- I have a skeleton life of shower, work, (window) shop, sleep. To mix it up I at times have taken to galleries, pretty much only the heavy hitters. I can sum them up as such:

MOMA- Brunch + Rauschenberg + Johns + Lowman + bookstore from heaven= BESTTHINGEVER
Whitney-Bread and Butter+dreamy staff
Met- Home to my favourite art work. Sigh. Bohemia lies by the Sea. SIGH. Google it and fall in love.

I have also been to the Sunday Gallery, which I linked in the previous post. They have a wonderful photography/ found objects exhibition by a Swedish artist whose name currently escapes me, but it is 100% worth going if you are LES bound or oriented. Eldridge and Stanton.


Other than these pursuits I have pretty much been an art failure this summer. I'm re-reading Bluebeard by Vonnegut and getting super excited about October 10th when a collection of his unpublished short stories come out. I'm also reading a delightful book I bought from the Whitney about art collecting and what makes the process of acquiring art a collection, what legitimizes a collection, etc. I have bought this mostly because after seeing so many famous art works in such a short space of time I am hungry for my own pieces of awesomeness. Alas my pockets aren't quite deep enough to own a Schiele study of madness or a Degas ballerina-hooker. Instead I spend my earnings on "wearable art" as Vogue is calling fashion these days.

Since being in New York this summer I have fallen further away from having any sort of taste. There were moments in which I toyed with the idea of buying silk headbands in jewel tones at Bendels, but then I realised I wasn't Blair Waldorf, and that I looked like a Dr Seuss character. This has lead me to justify buying these headbands in muted tones, as they were staples of the "Zara dresses like she did when she was four" look. These were probably the only things of taste I have bought. While the magazines are pushing advice on dressing for the recession and investment buying I have mostly bought vintage things that will likely fall apart while I sleep tonight. These purchases include a gross camel coloured waistcoast with obscenely large ornate clasps, tan loafers, green silk plunge wrap dresses at wholesome lengths, the most monochromatic of jumpers, a navy and gold bold type faced oversized sweater, and really that's about it. Everything is pretty late 1940's and boyish (bar the dresses, duh.) This weekend brings the last push of the summer retail quarter, sales and that all right before fashion week. I am so down with injecting the last of my funds into some awesome thrifty purchases rather than spending them on extravagant meals as I have done the past month and a half (but oh have I eaten...more on stellar NY eating habitats soon!).

Finally music. Not so much of it has been seen by me. I saw Rumble Strips at the Tribeca Grand, they were delightful. Dinosaur Jnr pleased me in the park. Girl Talk seemed fun from Vinnies. Ellie Goulding's new tracks are better than ice cream sprinkled in joy on a summers day, and the Girls record kicks me into high gear every morning (that, and 'Let Your Love Grow Tall'...)

I also am digging Beach Fossils, Desolation Wilderness and Knight School quite a lot right now. I have a loaded list of bands that I've compiled over the summer that I haven't addressed yet and I promise to deliver some great ones over the next few months! Until then I suggest filling your life with gross tie dye dresses, floral boxers, pimms, banana pudding, Union Square Halloween store hats, getting excited for Frieze, CMJ, Zoo, reuniting and planning ways to avoid coming home...


Saturday, August 15, 2009

so much to tell you








New York. Boston. Toronto.

-Buschetteria
-Beacons
-Egg
-Passionate
-Strictly Prose
-Fidi
-Boston&Harvard
-Toronto&Criminal Records
-A Place to Eat
-Vinnies
-Walkmen
-Blink 182/FOB/Panic!
-Jones Beach
-SugarSweetSunshine
-DuMBo
-Pianos&SanLoco
-Max Fish/Library/Angels and Kings
-Ashlee Ice Tea
-Jukebox
-Otherside
-Cafeteria
-Cakeshop
-Central Park
-Salem+Essex Peabody+Hawthorne
-Happy Ending

I've been gone a month...

Saturday, June 27, 2009

keys on strings









Over the past few years I've collected a frightening amount of photos on my computer. As I float about the internet I always see things that I feel make me want to go out a create a little. I usually save these for friends birthday cards, blog posts...eventually I hope to make a mood wall with them. Knowing me, this will never happen as I jump project to project faster than the speed of light (currently arranging my sublets for New York and Portland this summer), so I thought I'd post some of my recent favourites here while I formulate another London & music post. Enjoy!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

the one that got away


Dreaming all day long, I've been finding myself in positively ethereal situations at night and floating around in a daze every day. Nights have seen balls, champagne flutes, many trains, dances at dawn, low lit forests, glitter flakes tumbling from the sky...aesthetically the most beautiful week I've experienced since my time in Portland. London this past week hasn't held much, I have not seen many friends. I posted a trip to the Selfridges sale (Nicole Farhi pink Breton top, LK Bennett beige patent flats), mostly time spent with the family. These are quiet times, and I find myself sleepily upon the Heath in the ruins often. The music I have experienced live this week included the Fatback Band for work (a band who have the kind of stories to tell that I could only dream of experiencing), Rumble Strips, Johnny Flynn and a few others. 

I must say watching Johnny play for the first time in well over a year was an emboldening experience. I have never seen him play so well. The new songs took a torch to the sky; where there were sparks before, now there is fire. For all the new folk acts emerging from around the world, it is my opinion that Johnny is the greatest talent that you will hear. If you do get a chance to see him play anytime, go and experience the ascent and the growth for yourself.

Moving on, befitting the sleepy state, here are some bands by which to rest your head...


So this band have seriously cringey song titles ('Purity of Heart' and 'My Ghost your Ghost'), but their music is pure 7/4 Shoreline Broken Social Scene beautiful with vocals off beat enough to make a mark that's pretty original. It's all pretty rough, but I definitely suggest keeping an eye on them. Plus they look like the kind of people you'd want to be your best friends, totally adorable.


Until pretty recently I did not realise it was a musical faux pas to admit that you enjoy Jack Johnson. I kind of do from time to time. However now that I've found Bahamas I have a way of enjoying the poppy male singer song writer publicly without being mocked. He's like a un-embarrassing not gimmicky Jack Johnson and Bon Iver. Listening to him kind of makes me think of Dawsons Creek- a soundtrack to soft sweet romantic Joey-Dawson moments-and I can't think of a higher compliment.


A bit more depressed Deathcab and pretty beautiful. I'm guessing if the late great Elliot Smith was still around, he'd very much approve of this. 


I am a huge Rilo Kiley fan, and if I was ever given the joyous task of putting them on I'd 
definitely pick these guys as a support. They have all that you love about RK and adapt it to make it unique and really special. I'm pretty late on this, but even if you've seen this lot before you've got to admit this bunch write HUGE pop songs that are interesting, have punch and heart, which is a pretty rare combination.


The Shins for when the Shins aren't around, with a little something more. The boy-girl vocals
and the heavy percussion make this very worthwhile.


I'm sorry, I'm going to use the term afro-beat here. Personally I think the term's crap, but if the music press is going to call Jack Penate afro-beat (dude is from Dulwich) then I guess I can legitimately call Deastro who clap, clop and provide mellow beats just that. So here we are, some pretty good "afro-beat" with touches of electro pop, for the sweater vest set.


This is actually whack. Freak avant-pop I guess? Why doesn't LA have more bands that are as weird as this gang? Life would totally be more interesting.


Deathcab 2.0. BIG and beautiful, I'm waiting for Alex Patsavas to stick this on Gossip Girl.

Before I go, has anyone else seen the pianos around London lately? On my journey home on Friday I stopped by the Bank of England, there was a ball just ending at Billingsgate and small gang of ladies in elbow gloves and men in top hats gathered outside the Bank of England. Music began to play and I realised a piano was placed on the steps, two men tapping jauntily at the keys. The music crept round all the empty old buildings and carried far- I could still hear it streets and streets away. It was one of the most wonderful snapshots of the city I had ever seen. 

I guess sometimes London is pretty magical too...

Monday, June 15, 2009

dark times




I'm so bummed out I missed the hail storm. Somewhere between Liverpool Street and home the underground stole my favorite weather from me. This weather inspires staying indoors, under covers, which is the way I like it best.

Over the weekend I met up with a certain cake lover,  a recent birthday boy, the esteemed human effigy of a claymation penguin and my favorite Chanel loving graduate

I visited Chapel Market for the first time on a Saturday, and while I was not impressed with the actual goods on the market, I came across a street off of it called White Conduit Street  that I highly recommend visiting if you're in the area. I met Dave at S.Cohen, a shop of which only one photo seems to exist on the internet. It is a melee. Piles of victorian petticoats, beaded waistcoats, top hats, a stuffed ferret here, an antique gilt mirror there and piles and piles of dusty volumes. I nearly fell over and knocked myself out thrice. It's a place to spend hours and very little money on many things. The taxidermy window display itself is worth the trip alone. What I like most about it (besides the hidden room up the stairs which seems to have been a makeshift chapel and/or the stuffing room) is that it's not like Bolongaro Trevor or any of those purposefully haphazard shops, it is actually a right old mess with many treasures to be found. I wish I had my camera with me, but alas I didn't expect to come across such a gem. Please go discover it for yourself.

The purpose of the trip Dave and I made was to sample some cake at the Euphorium Bakery, which if Google is to be believed, the best cakeshop in London. With locations in Angel, Belsize Park and Hampstead, all modernly furnished and no frills fellow cake lover Dave and I saw no reason not to try it out. We approached and sampled a tart and a swiss roll, as well as some frappes. Both baked goods were light, just rightly moist and presentable, but while hitting the spot just so on a hot day, were certainly not the best cakes in London as proclaimed. The frappes were pretty blah. This judgement may be slightly warped however by the fact that later on that same day Dave and I visited another eatery at which more cake was sampled. If it were not for the delightful blueberry and vanilla cupcakes of Ottolenghi on Upper Street (with locations also in Notting Hill and on the Kings Road) I may have even recommended Euphorium as a prime cake location in Angel, however these cupcakes put everything into perspective. Light, fluffy, and just the perfect size for sharing. The cupcakes had a cream cheese frosting that rivaled Hummingbirds and lacked the overly sweetened sponge that most cakes fall prey too, therein making the combination absolutely spectacular.  Ottolenghi is a little pricier than Euphorium, but the sheer variety of the desserts on offer and the taste sensation they provided make the expenditure 100% worth it.  The service was great, the ambiance was buzzing (and mostly female- lots of amazing salads here too) and the location at the Upper Street-Cross Street junction was convenient for pre and post meal sauntering. The prettier part of Regents Canal runs just behind it, as well as the maze of gorgeous tree lined residential streets and squares of Islington that surround the antique marvels of Camden Passage and Essex Road. 
It is worth noting that Essex Road has become one of the best thrifting spots in all London, and is amazing for cheap and quality goods ranging from typewriters to furniture to vintage clothing. The market days are Wednesdays and Saturdays 10-2, and I highly recommend a visit, not least for cheap art supplies at the CASS warehouse and the glorious Annies vintage. 

Camden Passage is one of my favorite places to bring out of towners because it never happens to be as busy as the other major London markets, and yet retains all of the charm. 

The evening held antics including suave new rides, sick bachelor pads, Kurt Vonneguts Jailbird, Cloverfield and Linderman (in retrospect, actually a very American themed night in Ealing.)

The next day I hopped onto the east bound line to Brick Lane, where I'm spending the next three weeks. This particular trip however was not for work but to continue the still incomplete mission: ballgown. I have to wonder how my Oxbridge friends deal with this kind of stress many times a year, as I simply can't take it anymore. I tried to budget at £50, an optimistic figure I am aware, and failed. Next I angled for a £100, now in my day before the ball desperation I have raised the bar even higher and feel a little sick about it. I searched high and low, I considered renting a dress from girlmeetsdress, I tried on more dresses than any girl should have to. 
At one point I grew so desperate I started trying on dresses in the middle of Dray Walk, modesty be damned and still ended the trip with no dress. I'm not particularly picky, but why does every full length gown have to be coral? Coral is a putrid colour unless you are in a tropical climate, and even then it borders on Donatella Versace. 

I then proceeded to kick it with the Neens (who had already gotten her dress for the ball from Bluebird, damnations) and wallowed in my Japanese pancakes (SO GOOD) in the Sunday Upmarket before heading to Urban to buy a consolation hat (evidently this is a pattern, the day before for some reason I bought a top hat "to keep things in"). I bought this one  in white and moseyed up Oxford Street, the best way one can mosey on a Sunday in central London. I met up with the family for some fun in Berkeley Square and a meal at the Princess Gardens of Mayfair on North Audley Street (aka the end that is not home to Marc by Marc Jacobs). 

The food at Princess Gardens was pretty standard. It's an older crowd than I'm used to- think more Scotts or J Sheeky than Hakkasan, and is armed with an amazing wait staff, but I was fairly underwhelmed by the food itself. The only really remarkable dish I had was the Bean Pancake I tried for dessert, which was really only good because it sounded so weird that I assumed it'd be gross and it wasn't. In any case I shan't return.

On the way home the family and I deliberated over what restaurants we deemed best in London (we eat as a family every Sunday) and the five names that came up consistently were Le Caprice, Cecconis, Hakkasan, Roka and Ciprianis. Honorable mentions also went to Nobu, Scotts, the Soho Hotel, Thai Rice (I once saw Micheal Cera AND Mclovin there) and Lupa (best local pizza delivery place you'll ever try). I wonder if most people would agree?

Finally, now after a pretty heavy days work (and more gown hunting, tear) I am in bed, with some awesome music...

A Subpop gem. The only label I can listen to in the morning gives us a Jeff Lewis-Good Life-Modest Mouse hybrid here. Evidently it is best for starting and stopping, I'm making this my lullaby tonight.

Man they sound happy. Of course they do, they're from Toronto. This is like pop punk if it were played on a ukulele, banjo and keyboard. So Warped Tour 2009.

REAL folk music.

Louder, Faster, Harder music for kids who wish they'd been able to take to the floor of CBGB's before it became a John Varvatos store.

5. Pollyn
Awesome electro-pop Zero 7 style.

Look who's here! Brooklyn again! Hiiiiiiii Brooklyn.

Shoegaze. Stoner Rock. Summer haze. Lazy mornings. These guys. All in one breath.

Kitschy and kind of cheesy. If you could hear neon pink, or Simpsons yellow this is what they would would sound like.

More and more and better music to come!