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Agent Angie gets round Robin

Posted in Guide to What's Good, Music with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 20, 2008 by thebrooklynsocialite

The Baltimore Avant-Garde at (le) Poisson Rouge

I suppose the bands I saw Friday night in the Baltimore Round Robin at (le) Poisson Rouge didn’t overtly define themselves as avant-garde, but they were certainly esoteric enough to be described that way. Furthermore, their pride in their irreverence, marked in many cases by aloofness, to the extent of failing to tell the audience their name (as if they’re so above the current music scene to care if we know who they are), made me think that many of them have quite lofty perceptions of themselves.

Despite my initial aversion to the elaborately esoteric nature of some of these performances, very quickly I began to hear the rhythm and beauty in even the most bizarre of noise bands there that night. Even the Lexie Mountain Boys, a group of women who did all manner of screeching, moaning, and yelping to convince me that I was either at a ritualistic ceremony or a violent orgy, captivated me.

The round robin concept, in which the audience forms in the middle and is surrounded by all of eleven bands, who alternate playing one song after another, was the perfect way in which to experience this music. I couldn’t imagine staying through concerts of most of these bands independent of each other, with the exception of Beach House, Jana Hunter, and possibly Teeth Mountain. The avant-garde elements were accessible because of the alternating and spontaneous form. The round robin is broken up into two nights. Friday was “Eyes Night” and Saturday, “Feet Night,” a night of dance music rather than the more visual music of Friday’s show. (le) Poisson Rouge on Bleeker and Thompson provided the perfect space for this unusual event, getting it on the GL of NY music venues.

I haven’t come close to succeeding in describing this show adequately for you. The bizarre, fantastic, and insane knew no bounds. These elements were all too numerous to describe here, so let me briefly list the highlights:

Beach House: My favorite band of the evening, and the one I was most anxious to see. Read this wonderful reviewof their latest album on Pitchfork.

Lexi Mountain Boys: As I mentioned previously, somehow the orgasmic grunts and howls of this group of women (wearing headdresses of baby doll heads and black perforated veils), became increasingly rhythmic and melodic to me as the night wore on. The blast they were having, that was apparent from their infectious, genuine smiles, took any pretention out of their inexplicable music.

The female drummer from Teeth Mountain: This woman’s sexy, tribal style of drumming and the captivating music it made, blew me away. I could have listened and watched her play all night.

Santa Dads: This band consisted of three people: one man beat-boxing in a cotton, handmade tiger suit, another, wearing a red dress with a Peter Pan collar playing an electric ukelaili, and a back up dancer undulating frantically with a stuffed leopard print octopus. Enough said.

Wish I could have gone to “Feet Night” as well, to get the full Baltimore music experience, but the 92Y Tribeca opening was that night. I wouldn’t have missed if you paid me. Expect a post soon.

Agent Angie-Straight Girl in a Gay Land

Posted in Guide to What's Good with tags , , , , , , , , on October 6, 2008 by thebrooklynsocialite

For a straight girl, I go to a lot of gay and lesbian bars. The most recent experience occurred this past Friday. Post-work, I lazed around and gossiped with Bill, one of my newest and already dearest NY friends. He lives in Williamsburg, and after a few beers we realized we’d been struck with the dancing urge. It was no surprise that 20 minutes later we found ourselves at Sugarland, Bill’s favorite bar in the vicinity. The place was almost entirely empty, we grabbed a couple drinks and sauntered up the stairs and out to the roof deck. We found ourselves amongst a trio of ultra-trendy hipsters (thick, black way-farer eye glasses, side-swept hair), led by a tall gangly guy, with an inexplicable accent (when he told me he hailed from Michigan, I was a little skeptical). Mr. Side-Swept termed Sugarland as “busted.” These men were more than a little dismayed to find themselves in a “slow” scene.

Later on, we had better luck chatting up Sicilian bartender Ernie, and Matt, Sugarland’s spanking new and adorable go-go dancer. I found myself in an open conversation, the kind I rarely enter into with strangers, entirely devoid of the filter that many straights use to help them avoid topics like sex and love. I stood there, abashed by the frankness of our conversation–we told bedroom stories and shared anxieties about dating. Thanks to the open and relaxed atmosphere (which gets Sugarland on the GL), we found it easy to flaunt our dance moves, as sparse as the room was, to DJ remixes of The Gossip and Kylie Minogue.

Our next stop was Metropolitan where the gay community was clearly in full swing. It seemed as if everyone knew each other already, even in this crowded space. We ran smack into the trio from Sugarland once again, clearly enjoying themselves more this time around. The plethora of outdoor seating reaffirmed Metropolitan’s slot on the GL, as did the lack of cover charge (Sugarland came down a notch on that score).

Anyway, I was happy to tag along that night. I was told I was cute and greeted with a chivalrous kiss on the hand by a sweet stranger (who wasn’t trying to hit on me), and I didn’t have to worry about the obligatory creeper sneaking up behind me on the dance floor. I enjoyed my escape from New York’s occasionally distant and dare I say repressed, straight dating world.

-Angie Venezia

Thanks Angie Gayland rules!