dancing on my own
"Yeah, I know I get stupid. I just gotta see it for myself."
Category: listening
varlow at paintworks … aka brooklyn art show
I attended an art show in Brooklyn last night. The invitation I received read as so: Gowanus Ballroom and Flambeaux Fire invite you to Paint Works, a group painting exhibition showcasing emerging and established artists in and around Brooklyn. Plus Fire and Aerial performances throughout the night, including special performances by Flambeaux Fire in Veronica Varlow's debut Flambeaux Fire performance. As if I would miss paintings, aerial...
data romance. the deep. waking me up.
As our daily readers can vouch for, I've been somewhat monotonous lately. "Blah blah blah job... boo hoo new york... blah sick... poor me... blah..." On top of this, editing Poetry: Volume two is delivering a serious beating. Ever retraced a year of your life in consecutive verse? I rest my case. Last night I was kicking around youtube listening to hip hop in various languages to perk myself up. And somehow, amongst clicking, I came across one...
vulgargrad
Namaste blog family I KNEW IT! A bit of Russian gypsy music was EXACTLY what I needed! Last night I shimmied to Vulgargrad until my long hair turned into sweaty ropes and the clack of my boots shook the floor of the Northcote Social Club. See for yourself!
graveyard train… brunswick alley… history
This is what happens in Brunswick alleyways. Wait wait... let me say that this is the very first time I've posted twice in one day (not because of international time zones). Yo. Good songs get played on repeat until you get bored of them. Great songs you might actually pay to see live. The illest, filthiest, hottest tracks have you ripping off your sweaty clothes, or someone else's if you're lucky. 3:14 - 4:14 (for real...) Although I heard this...