We heard about Favourite Sons ages ago from Young Poisoner's Handbook. Not surprising, of course -- he's always on top of the very best of what's new and good, especially if said new and good band has anything 80's and gawthy as a referent.
...which you know, is amusing as the band recently opened for James Blunt at Radio City Music Hall (we skipped that one). The two have as much in common as ... apples and oranges, I suppose. Anyway, lucky for us, they're playing everyone's favorite venue Joe's Pub tomorrow (sans the usual two-drink minimum, thank goodness; The Shorebirds open). Recommended if you like The National, The Afghan Whigs/Twilight Singers, and Echo and the Bunnymen. Which, you know, if you're reading this, you probably do. If that doesn't win you over, let me put it another way: There's lots of swirly guitar action, melodic bass, and tortured, hollery vocals from a charismatic frontman. There -- see? I knew you'd be interested.
Favourite Sons -- Down Beside Your Beauty (via Vice Records -- the song I wanted to post went astray on the server, pls. forgive me...)
Bonus: Check out live footage of the song above from that Radio City show...
...which you know, is amusing as the band recently opened for James Blunt at Radio City Music Hall (we skipped that one). The two have as much in common as ... apples and oranges, I suppose. Anyway, lucky for us, they're playing everyone's favorite venue Joe's Pub tomorrow (sans the usual two-drink minimum, thank goodness; The Shorebirds open). Recommended if you like The National, The Afghan Whigs/Twilight Singers, and Echo and the Bunnymen. Which, you know, if you're reading this, you probably do. If that doesn't win you over, let me put it another way: There's lots of swirly guitar action, melodic bass, and tortured, hollery vocals from a charismatic frontman. There -- see? I knew you'd be interested.
Favourite Sons -- Down Beside Your Beauty (via Vice Records -- the song I wanted to post went astray on the server, pls. forgive me...)
Bonus: Check out live footage of the song above from that Radio City show...
Labels: favourite sons, joe's pub, NYC events
posted by cindy hotpoint at 5:04:00 PM
14 Comments:
wow. is it necessary to mention you live in bedford-sutyvesant, brooklyn? how about just brooklyn? or how about you think you are a total bad ass? i mean fat ass? oooppppppppps. i mean get a life, tard.
you're not famous. nor are you interenet famous. not a writer. not cool.
Look! Look! This is our first legitimately awful anonymous flame in AGES.
Why don't you tell me, anon, what's really bothering instead of slinging random insults about? Anything specific about my writing that bothers you? I enjoy the chance to hear constructive feedback -- that is, if you have the capacity to construct a complete, coherent sentence.
Neat. The T comes before the Y in Bed-Stuy, kiddo. What's the matter? Do we think your band sucks? Certainly famous enough that you've gotten your knickers in a twist. And evidently, the gusset is so far up between your ears that you're embarrassed to say who you are.
Ah, the troll in its natural habitat. I really hate to get involved in an intellectual exercise, but I'm always surprised at how the language that trolls (especially ones who know we know them) choose to use seems to suggest that they actually think they shake confidence, invalidate the fact that we know people read and listen, make us question our existence, make me dislike the grand posterior I was blessed with, or will make one or the other of us go cry in a corner, not go to a show, stop writing, etc. Usually, it makes me utter some comments that I'm too polite to share. At the end of the day, I get a shiny new epithet, and they're still tools who don't have the cojones or tatas to claim their own opinions. And last time I checked, I've never been cool and haven't ever aspired to be.
BTW--the "New Blogger" gmail interface blows.
Anon, the girls do have a legitimate point. You should at least offer constructive criticism that has potential to effect positive change (e.g., perhaps eventually Cindy would quit the namechecks and references to her own fabulosity -- which is arguable). Bottom line: even if you are offended by their very presence and existence, at this point, there's very little you can about it. Suck it up and just try not to get stuck behind any stairmaster asses in the subway.
stinkievonboomboom
just because you know how to use SAT words, doesn't make you smart.
-ANON
LOL! I have it on good authority from a more than a few people that they read specifically for the namechecks.
Anyone who knows me in real life knows that what you see here is what you get (sort of). My ego is bigger than well, the universe and I'm a horrible namedropper. But I'm also very sweet and unaffected, or so I've heard. It's all part of my charm. Or something.
Also, it would be AWESOME if cajones actually was an SAT word!
Haven't you eaten enough Tex-Mex to know that it's cojones?
The Spanish SAT exam would be a lot more interesting if both cojones and cajones appeared. I learned from Wikipedia that the frequent and popular misspelling cajones actually means "drawers," but unfortunately drawers as in furniture, rather than the place one would keep one's cojones.
Neat. I'm stinky! Obvs, I don't wear the Mitsouko and Leclerc for nothing [sic].
I'm always the first to admit that my Spanish is ridiculously horrible, despite the fact that until two months ago, I'd lived my entire life in the Southwest. Thank you for the correction, Pepito -- and the clarification, there, Pinkie.
There's lots of swirly guitar action, melodic bass, and tortured, hollery vocals from a charismatic frontman.
I should have interpreted this as "smells like U2." Then again, that also applies, as mentioned, to the National. At least Matt and one of those Dessner kids gave you Bono's nose.
I will treasure Bono's nose always.
Dang it, I need new material from them like, uh, yesterday.
Oh, shit, Pinkie -- we're namedropping again. I'm going to hell, for sure.
Er, I keep my cojones in my cajones, but only because of an unfortunate Stairmaster accident. Is that too much information?
BTW, I quite like that Sutyvesant Stevens fellow. He sings nice songs with lots of SAT words.
Just sayin' is all.
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