Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings
July 30, 2008
The only reason I regretted not going to Bonaroo this year. Want your mind blown? Check out their cover of “This Land is Your Land,” courtesy of WFMU.
July 30, 2008
The only reason I regretted not going to Bonaroo this year. Want your mind blown? Check out their cover of “This Land is Your Land,” courtesy of WFMU.
July 26, 2008
In this context, pray interpret the word ‘artist’ in a very narrow sense, and the expression ‘man of the world’ in a very broad one. By ‘man of the world’, I mean a man of the whole world, a man who understands the world and the mysterious and legitimate reasons behind all its customs; by [...]
July 25, 2008
And you should love her too. I read over on Colonnade Row that Dixon Place is moving to a larger space on Chrystie Street in October. I stumbled into Dixon Place back in the 80s, when it was Ellie Covan’s storefront apartment. There was the living room, which was filled with chairs and couches that [...]
July 14, 2008
This is so crazy because I was just watching Gossip Girl and I was like: “Oh my god, no one has dinner at Butter!” But then you just called me and invited me to dinner at Butter! It’s totally out of control. I guess Parents Television Council draws the line at gay-on-cougar sex. Another video [...]
July 12, 2008
The Boston Globe notes the opening night of Tanglewood with clips of past Troyens from YouTube. The last on the list (above) was Jessye Norman’s Met debut in 1983, in the role of Cassandra. Tatiana Troyanos was to sing Dido for the first half of the performances, and then they were to swap out. Troyanos [...]
July 10, 2008
Boing Boing has a link to Conway Twitty and the Residents performing on NBC’s “Night Music.” “Night Music” was a strange and wonderful series. My favorite act: Sun Ra and his Arkestra (above).
July 3, 2008
John Barton Wolgamot could easily be mistaken for a fellow patient of Christopher Smart’s. in fact — at least according to Robert Ashley — he was the manager of the Little Carnegie in the 1970s and lived in a hotel on Broadway and 104th Street — apparently, another one of my neighbors. Wolgamot had self-published [...]
I never shall forget the indulgence with which he treated Hodge, his cat: for whom he himself used to go out and buy oysters, lest the servants having that trouble should take a dislike to the poor creature. . . . I recollect [Hodge] one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson's breast, apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend smiling and half-whistling, rubbed down his back, and pulled him by the tail; and when I observed he was a fine cat, saying 'why yes, Sir, but I have had cats whom I liked better than this;' and then as if perceiving Hodge to be out of countenance, adding, 'but he is a very fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.'