Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Hasta luego...
Dear New York City,
We will see each other soon. Be well.
PS Put some pants on.
XOXO,
M
Dear New York State/Syracuse,
I will see you in a month and some change. I will bring extra pencils and Toni Morrison's latest novel.
PS Put 8,000 more pants on because you will be cold.
Peaceout,
M Dilla
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Anti-Pop Consortium is back from the year 3013
New Single: "Capricorn One"
Rap's trio of egghead emcees, Anti-Pop Consortium, is gonna drop their comeback record, Fluorescent Black (Big Dada) on October 13th. Weird, both Jonathan Lethem and APC have books/albums coming out this fall. Not that their work is really related except for being bugged-out New Yorkers. Anyway, this shit is bananas with bananas on top and I can't get enough of Beans, High Priest and M.Sayyid's flows. "Capricorn One" is all jitterbug beat and stutter rhymes that can't make up their minds if they want to graffiti your ear with their spray-can of syllables. Conan said it best but in the year 3000 APC is schooling cats.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
MP3: Black Lips "Arboles de la Barranca"
Black Lips-Arboles de la Barranca
Nothing brings me more joy that four white dudes from Atlanta covering such a naco classic like "Arboles de la Barranca". They also do it really, really well. First they collab with GZA and then they cover some lame-o Mexican song and make it sound dope? Now, only if Nas started doing cumbia...
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Grizzly Bear @ Music Hall of Williamsburg 5/31
Grizzly Bear - Little Brother (electric) from Kinsler, Lauren on Vimeo.
Grizzly Bear - The Knife from Kinsler, Lauren on Vimeo.
Grizzly Bear - Fine For Now from Kinsler, Lauren on Vimeo.
Grizzly Bear - Fine For Now Part II from Kinsler, Lauren on Vimeo.
They were terrific, dog.
Everybody get random
On the train from Syracuse to NYC:
Joyce Head in Austin Museum:
Diner in Syracuse:
Miami:
Justin Earl Grant on the shores of LP:
Accidentally waiting for Rihanna in NYC:
???
Paul Rudd at 92Y Tribeca:
Momofuku Milk Bar:
Absurdly Big Boob-ed Mannequin in Miami:
Joyce Head in Austin Museum:
Diner in Syracuse:
Miami:
Justin Earl Grant on the shores of LP:
Accidentally waiting for Rihanna in NYC:
???
Paul Rudd at 92Y Tribeca:
Momofuku Milk Bar:
Absurdly Big Boob-ed Mannequin in Miami:
Colectivo de Animales
Animal Collective from Kinsler, Lauren on Vimeo.
I saw these guys at Terminal 5 a few weeks ago. Aside from the college kids getting all post-hippie with it, it was pretty good. Mainly, because I got in free. Yee-haw!
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
New York will never die
I have only just begun to appreciate this wonderful borough. 3 1/2 years of working everyday and letting this city envelope you in the busy noise it rattles can cloud your patience. Sitting in my kitchen, birds chirping behind me, seven-o-clock sun close to setting brings a warmth I have been sorely missing. For 3 1/2 years all I saw was gray. On the 7th floor of an office building on 26th St. and Park Avenue South (near Herman Melville Square!) in Manhattan was where I lost myself each day. I never wanted to work for a big, dumb corporation but it happened out of necessity. Cash flows like water through your fingertips with the great restaurants (Baoguette, Artichoke and Little Owl, ya'll) that are my crack. Though my job was in publishing and it was chill, I still felt like a weird echo of myself waving at people only truly getting to know one or two people that were awesome. Shit was bugged out.
I left that job three weeks ago. Now all I see is sun every morning. I wake up and write from nine in the morning until five in the afternoon with little breaks to take walks in Greenpoint. Leaves that wink through sunlight like clapping on Kent Avenue (easily my neighborhood's prettiest street). I'm off to Syracuse in a few weeks. Then, I'll be in Texas for the month of July doing research in Houston and Austin that involves lots of Mexican food, BBQ, UGK, cars, Astros games, the new family dog Max, swimming with my niece and nephew and working on a few stories. But first, a quick recap of what I've been up to these past few weeks.
My man Andres was doing a signing for his book on Babe Ruth:
The B-R-O came in to town and we ate, drank and did other things that will go into CIA files. Like, eat banh mi and watch weird art at P.S. 1 MoMa in Queens. I haven't partied like this for a week straight since SXSW when I was in my forties. Zing!
Crystal Castles shot:
Sunday parties on a Brooklyn rooftop/loft where we played Super Mario Bros. that was projected on the ceiling:
Went to the American Museum of Natural History:
Chillin' on our Greenpoint bus stop waiting for the B43:
Celebrating Keatlo's B-Day with fake middle school smokes:
I turned 28 at Coco66 w/ dope friends:
Some dude even had balls on his face:
And my boy Rah even gave me the bestest gifts a friend could give: damn good tacos personally delivered from Sunset Park and donuts from Peter Pan!
And we went to the Deitch Projects in Queens:
I will miss this goddamn borough very, very much. But, this is not the end to the story, yes?
Going away party is still to come.
I have to pack now.
Truthiness x Eimbcke
I am now 28.
(The above is a 1 minute short directed by one of my favorite filmmakers, Fernando Eimbcke).
Monday, May 18, 2009
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
Jam on it
Hellen Jo fucking rules. I want to read more, more, more, more. Jin & Jam is dope and you need to read it. #2, please.
