Bright, er, Sleepy Eyes
So here I am listening to CoCoRosie's La Maison de Mon Reve
, and it's just lovely, perfect, awkward and sincere. It reminds me of Cat Power's early stuff. Unfortunately, CoCoRosie was really not the least bit enjoyable to watch last night. Maybe I just was not in the mood for the weirdness after missing Tilly and the Wall, but...
Some further notes from last night's Bright Eyes show:
The cult of Conor consists of a bunch of Greenpoint-living, Craigslist-trolling, alcohol-poisoned, cat-calling bee-yotches. Yuck. I had to practically break down the bathroom door in the upstairs bathroom in a panic after I saw a pair of checkered Vans peeking out from under the stall, pointing the wrong way and not moving at all. Lady was alive, but Jesus, lay off the Stoli Vanil!!!
Anyway, I thought his set was swell. I missed a few songs because I fell asleep (yeah, I'm lame, blah, blah, blah), but overall it was a good show. Poor Conor seems a bit freaked by his newfound fame, but he handled it okay. His backing band was boring, for the most part, but they did manage to nonetheless put out a wonderful sea of music that beautifully filled a beautiful venue.
Tonight I'm going to see Rye Coalition
play one of, if not, the final Friday night party at Plaid. Rye Coalition are and have been undeservedly just below the radar for too long. They've been around since 1996, they're quite well-respected-- Steve Albini produced them and they released their 2002 album on TigerStyle. Anyway, it's fist-pumping hard-driving indie rock, with Deathcabish lyrics and a Sex Pistols sensibility.