August 29, 2011


Wrote about Crazy Band for the Village Voice. I think this is like, almost the last record review to run in the Voice. like, ever. They are not going to have them anymore, only stuff about touring bands. Which is too bad. Also, you know who loves Crazy Band, i found out in my research for this? ANTHONY KIEDIS. KEIDIS.
The other week when we were coming home from the park, I saw a sloppy dude on the corner by the bus stop and then a white Aerostar, equally as busted, pulls up and picks up the dude and they drive approximate 1/4-1/3rd of the way up the block, and the sloppy dude gets out but is now holding Anthony Keidis HORRIBLE autobiography (hardcover) in his hands. I figured it must be a drugdeal. I read the first few chapters of that book while waiting for someone once. And then right after I saw Peter Jennings. Or maybe I am confused, that I was in the bookstore where JR saw Peter Jennings.
Phantom Jennings, in the memories of my mind.

Also, in my research for Crazy Band, within their many, many, like half-dozen tumblrs and blogs amalgamated between their crew, Jesse the singer wrote about her haircut that it makes her look like "a mom that shops at the Gap". I am a mom that shops at The Gap (they have the best footie-jammies for babies), but my hair is shorter than hers. Also, in other research I was doing, I read Amy Phillips review of a Bruce Springsteen concert, and she pitches moms as uncool, especially moms that think Bruce Springsteen is "sexy", and even more so her own mom. I'm sorry, but has anyone seen in a picture of Bruce Springsteen 73-77 (before the years on the road started to toll on his face a bit)? Look at this picture of him. Do not front like you wouldn't hit that. Like, in a time machine. Not current Boss. Both women writing these things are/were 25-26 at the time. I guess when you are that age, still so freshly turned out of your parents basement and the world still just barely revealed to you in all it's gnashing glory, being a mom is the height of revolting and also the most cliche thing you could possibly do. Being a mom in comparison to being 25 probably just seems like giving up.

I also remember being 25 and bragging (to men I liked, in particular) about how I never wanted kids, as a way to seem that much more liberated or free or not-typical-girl--even though I knew for sure I had no idea what I wanted--other than to be able to ollie on my skateboard and to make more than 12,000$/year, eventually. The goals of hardly any goals at all.

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