Tuesday, June 13, 2006
thurston moore and david fricke look like brothers
(pic by Rocco Kasby)
Danny Masterson didn't clap. Last night, at New York's Knitting Factory a packed house came out to watch Sonic Youth Junior bust out some jams. Furiously, this quartet, cute as a button, came out and ripped through hits from their debut album. People responded warmly, but, I think most of us in the back felt like the old bug had gotten us. This seemed too high school, I was afraid I was gonna see my English teacher roaming around, making sure no one was making out. But, the lead singer is going to be around for a while, I can almost hear record label execs drooling over this 18 year old Karen O meets Kathleen Hanna. Put it easier: without this girl, this would be the four wide-eyed kids making beautiful noise down your suburban street. I want to hear them in two years, after they're jaded from the touring and bored of three chords. After Kim Gordon has introduced them to Ikue Mori and Thurston Moore tells them who Will Winant, Steve Reich and all those avant-garde people, because that album is going to be a classic. But, really, Danny Masterson was there and homedude didn't clap, seemed real nice though. And godfather extraordinaire Thurston Moore was hanging out, looking very David Fricke. I wanted to just shake his hand. Or be his neighbor--wouldn't that be nice? "Hey, Thurston, nice job on the yard. I use an electric lawnmower myself. You?"
Dreams.
