Beach Fossils performed as part of The Crystal Stilts & The Beets lo-fi lineup this past weekend at the Music Hall of Williamsburg. A great turnout of fellow Brooklynites: Mr. Appalachia, Katie, Erin, Allison, B.Nasty, Hans, and DLISH, in addition to Jenn and myself. We ran into Brad from the Crystal Stilts in Anna Maria’s Pizzeria en route to dinner a few hours before the show (it’s a little embarrassing that I needed a slice on the way to real dinner, over at Teddy’s), and I said “hi.” But the show was good, certainly worth it, but not quite outstanding. I’m starting to feel a little bit burnt out on the glo-fi wave that we’ve been wallowing in for months now (a la Washed Out, Toro y Moi, Neon Indian, Small Black, etc). Of course, it seems that late 2009’s glo-fi may age a little better than 2008’s electrocore movement in the indie scene.
Lots of lonely, solitary items out on the street during wintertime. Well, possibly year-round in New York. This moldy bread at least had a mate. Actually, for that matter, I’ve seen a few actual pairs of shoes flung into the street recently (no, not like when people leave them on a stoop instead of investing the effort to deliver them to a Goodwill/Salvation Army), compared to almost always seeing a single boot or heel. The alarming number of recent trash pairings can only mean that spring is around the corner, and love is in the air, if only manifested initially through detritus on feces-strewn street corners.
The first thing that comes to mind is the title of a classic Roger Corman B horror movie, “Bucket of Blood” (1959). Fort Greene, Brooklyn.
I was able to take my project touring bike on an inaugural grocery store run with Jenn (on her trusty Peugeot) this past weekend. I sold my beloved Cetma rack to get a rack more suitable for a 26″-wheeled tourer, which ended up being a large Surly Nice Rack. Sorry, Lane! Though, if it’s any concession, a fellow Brooklynite snatched it up as soon as I put it on the market. I am ready to fully explore the land again.
A housefly in my apartment.
Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina, July 2009.