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malsperanzaDucking in here briefly to pimp a band I like a lot, One Ring Zero. Went tonight to the launch concert for their new CD. Excellent music--you will never hear better jamming on the theremin and claviola. Plus, their lyrics are written for them by Paul Auster and Lemony Snicket and Margaret Atwood and Dave Eggers and the ever-fabulous Rick Moody and Neil Gaiman.
This slash-loving crowd will especially enjoy Clay Chapman's vampy cabaret number, "Half and Half."
You heard it here first, boys and girls: These guys are the new black. And just for the record, the last time I hyped an unknown band I liked, it was my best friend's downstairs neighbors in that scruffy tenement in Brooklyn, John Flansburgh and John Linnell, who had just started to perform under the name They Might Be Giants. We went to hear them open for other bands at CBGB, and ate hot dogs and watched TV in Northside. There is a funny story about a dead dog, but I'll save it for another occasion. They were broke and we were broke, but we were young and eager and innocent and it was Paris and the oysters were fresh and the wine was cold... oops, sorry, turned over two pages at once.
Paul Auster told us that his grandparents lived in the same apartment building on Central Park South as Antoine de St.-Exupery, when he was writing "The Little Prince." He seemed to think it was important.
This slash-loving crowd will especially enjoy Clay Chapman's vampy cabaret number, "Half and Half."
You heard it here first, boys and girls: These guys are the new black. And just for the record, the last time I hyped an unknown band I liked, it was my best friend's downstairs neighbors in that scruffy tenement in Brooklyn, John Flansburgh and John Linnell, who had just started to perform under the name They Might Be Giants. We went to hear them open for other bands at CBGB, and ate hot dogs and watched TV in Northside. There is a funny story about a dead dog, but I'll save it for another occasion. They were broke and we were broke, but we were young and eager and innocent and it was Paris and the oysters were fresh and the wine was cold... oops, sorry, turned over two pages at once.
Paul Auster told us that his grandparents lived in the same apartment building on Central Park South as Antoine de St.-Exupery, when he was writing "The Little Prince." He seemed to think it was important.
