Enjoyed Narrated

This Is The First Day Of My Last Days

Ithaca Festival, 1996. A young unsuspecting fiften year old boy walks into the horribly-named “Sounds Fine” on the Commons and, on the recommendation of a close online friend, purchases The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails. He takes it home and listens to it.

This was the point in his life that his musical tastes would change forever, swinging from – well, let’s be honest here, mostly crap, to industrial rock and a wide range of electronic music. He would obsessively collect every album by Nine Inch Nails, even the obscure (both halves of the Closer single) and the mundane (the Down In It single with a whopping three tracks, all repeated on the Head Like A Hole single). T-shirts were purchased and worn proudly. Bumper stickers were put on cars. Lyrics were memorized.

You get the picture.

Tonight, after nearly ten years of on-again off-again fan-worship and countless money spent, this slightly older, much more cynical twenty-five year old man will walk into Madison Square Garden to finally see the band he’s been obsessing about for all this time.

Excited? You bet your goddamn life I’m excited.


McSweeney’s vs. They Might Be Giants

Here’s as much as I can remember about the NYC debut of McSweeney’s vs. TMBG, performed last night at Lincoln Center’s Allen Room – which is oddly not located at what you would traditionally think of as Lincoln Center; it’s in fact in the Time Warner Center. I digress.

The evening started with TMBG performing Bangs. I am immediately struck by how fantastic the acoustics are in this room.

The host for the night – tragically, I have forgotten his name, as he was not listed on the program unlike the author who was filling in for Dave Eggers – started us off with some light humor. He was funny, and self-deprecating, and I am kicking myself for not recalling his name. He was an excellent host. (EDIT SIX YEARS AND NINE MONTHS AFTER THE FACT: it was John Hodgman, of course.)

On came David Rakoff, retelling a long essay about his experiences at a tibetian weekend session hosted by Steven Segal. His delivery reminded me of Augusten Buroughs (not a bad thing), and I thought he had a particular gift for mixing the humor in the situation with the occasional moments of pure tragedy that he felt. Excellent author, and I may have to pick up his book(s).

He was accompanied, briefly, by a musical interlude from Robin Goldwasser and a fellow who’s name I didn’t catch. I had seen Robin before at the previous 826NYC benefit covering some Prince songs, and the only impression I got at the time is “Boy, how high must she be?”. But tonight my mind was changed; her duet was minimalistic and suitable to her vocal style.

Again we were visited by the Host Who’s Name I Cannot Remember, and a brief introduction later, out comes our second speaker, Ben Karlin. His name may be unfamiliar, but his humor will not be to the majority of the country:

Ben Karlin worked for The Onion while in college at the University of Wisconsin for three years, serving as editor in 1995-96. After leaving The Onion, he moved to Los Angeles to write for television and to work on numerous screenplays, including two original scripts and a handful of re-writes, which eventually became very bad, bordering-on-terrible, movies. He moved to New York in 1999 to be the head writer of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, and became executive producer of the show in January of 2003. In the time he has been there, The Daily Show has won a Peabody Award, three writing Emmys, and two Emmys for Best Late Night and Variety Program. Karlin lives in New York City in a tiny, tiny apartment.

(It should also be noted that he’s listed as a co-author for America: The Book, which I’m sure you own at least one copy of. We have two. I’m not kidding.)

Ben’s reading consisted of diary entries from 2004, all of which were hugely funny and gave a large amount of insight into the mindset of what went on behind the scenes at the show during what was arguably their biggest year. It ended on a bit of a tragic note (the last entry read was from election night – Ben noted that at the afterparty where he was surrounded by drunken ad salespeople, he “didn’t need fun to have alcohol”), but it was on a whole terribly funny. As a special shock to the audience, during a portion discussing how just reading from America: The Book is funnier than describing the writing process, he had Stephen Colbert join him on stage to read a section from the book – the one about picking your name if you’re a reporter. Colbert had a very hard time keeping his composure during the formula for Minority: Asian. (For those with the book, it’s on page 144.)

Oh, as an added bonus, TMBG played Ben on and off with themes from the Daily Show. Very neat.
Our final reader of the evening was the lovely, precious, Shining Jewel Of The United States Of America, Ms. Sarah Vowell. Sarah’s piece, like many of her pieces, was not explicit comedy but educational. She wound her way from 9/14/2001, where The Battle Hymn Of The Republic was being sung at memorial services, back to the 19th century, where the song was John Brown’s Body. The entire history of the song was traced, from the very original inspiration in a Methodist hymn, to the joke of a song written by a batallion (“John Brown’s Body” was a commander of the troop, so when they were told the abolitionist John Brown was dead, one responded “But he’s still walking around”). Minor details in the songs lyrics were pointed out over the years, like the change of “let us die to make men free” to “let us live to make men free”.

Making this a true multimedia experience were, of course, TMBG, but also the Julliard Choral Union, who sung most of the main version. All combined, it was a very stirring, informative, and (still) funny lesson on one of the parts of our country’s history everyone somewhat takes for granted.

Sarah leaves, and the Host Who’s Name I Cannot Remember returns to actually lead us through the TMBG portion of the show. We have all received librettos,; the show is a Best Of Venue Songs event. To those unfamiliar with this particular TMBG project, during their tour in the second half of 2004, they wrote a unique song about each venue they played at. Behold, venue songs! 10 venue songs were played, all amusing, all very strange but accessible in a TMBG way.

The band closed by doing some of their regular material – Birdhouse In Your Soul (which I have never liked on the album but adore live), Damn Good Times (one of my favorites off The Spine), Older (which Katie rolls her eyes about every time; I sang it to her on her 24th birthday and found me cruel), and one off the new children’s album, Alphabet of Nations (which I like much better live than on the album). Sadly, they did not play the traditional hometown favorite of New York City, but I think I can live without hearing it one more time.

A fantastic show, a fantastic benefit for a fantastic cause. I will make attempts to not say fantastic anymore, but it really was. For all New Yorkers who have not been to the Allen Room – go at least once. It’s the best concert space in the city.



Last weekend was quite busy in terms of arts consumption. Having taken in one movie, one broadway show, and one concert – all excellent in their own ways – I felt stuffed and incapable of ingesting more culture into my already full content-hole. But behold, it’s all digested and now ready to come shooting back out of me in the form of reviews.

The movie? Quentin’s latest, Kill Bill Volume 2. After being mildly disappointed with the first, I came into the second with my expectations lower. This quickly became needless because the movie destroyed my notions of what QT could achieve and constructed new, loftier expectations for all future movies. The only bad thing I can find to say about this movie is that some of the scenes ran long. Outside of that, it was gravy. Particularly standout was Michael Madsen’s performance as Budd, both absofuckinglutely brilliant and nuianced. Go seee it now, and if you skipped the first part, rent (don’t buy) the DVD first so you aren’t lost.

The show? Avenue Q, which we were fortunate enough to see thanks to my parents. The phrase “Sesame Street On Crack” seemed apt after we left; it was brilliant and hilarious and still somehow touching. Standout songs include “What Do You Do With A BA In English / It Sucks To Be Me”, “Everyone’s A Little Bit Racist”, and “Schadenfreude”. John Tartaglia and Stephanie D’Abruzzo were both excellent in every role they handled. If you ever come to the city on tourism and want to go to a show, this is the one to see.

The concert? The previously mentioned causing-the-shitting-of-bricks Quannum World Tour. Now, I’ll come right out and say this wasn’t as fantastic as I had hoped. The problems with the show were, in my eyes, represented in three seperate “artists”. DJ D-Sharp, while amusing at first, mugged too much and merely added annoyance to the show. The Lifesavas Movement, while decent, were in the end forgettable, and since they were out almost as much as anyone else, it deadened parts of the show. Finally, Gift Of Gab (on his own or as half of Blackalicious) is certainly a gifted rapper, but his delivery was crap live. There were times when he just didn’t seem to be paying attention to the beat and was just spitting the lyrics out as fast as possible.

So what saved the show? Obviously, part of it was DJ Shadow. Shadow’s set was nothing to write home about, as it was good but short. The primary reason he brought it all together for me is because he’s so goddamned focused. Even with 5 MCs and 2 other DJs sharing the stage, he’s got his head to the vinyl, very serious, never mugging for the crowd. He is the eye of the hurricane. (Also, his use of a dvd turntable – surely to be widespread by next year – was a huge bonus.)

But equally stunning was Lyrics Born. Not only did he have the crowd eating out of his hand most of the night, but his vocal range and talent is astounding. I’m going to actively seek out his solo cd because he is just incredible. Do yourself a favor – go to the Quannum website, flip through the records at the bottom of the page till you find the I Changed My Mind single, and play the album version. It’s one of the best hip-hop songs I’ve ever heard.

This weekend, Katie is back in Maryland, so I’m all alone for a few days. I’m planning on playing Beatmania to-de-excess, hitting up the MTR again to finish the programs from last week, and maybe getting some UT2k4 in. We will see.