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“GZA is relevant, motherfucker!”
The show also included visits from Ben Lee, a self-proclaimed Australian Jew who sang a song that asked “What Would Jay-Z Do?”
Christmas came early to the gays.
“You showed up late and made me pay $226, and I can’t even have a drink? What is that?”
Half of the balcony literally booed when Daryl Hall asked if we were feeling the holiday spirit.
Nice guy Ted Leo got a bit more — or was it less? — than he bargained for at his Music Hall of Williamsburg show last night.
To be invited as a special guest at Yo La Tengo's annual eight-night Hanukkah run at Maxwell's, you usually need to be a cool musician. Last night, though, the band made an exception.
At a sold-out Irving Plaza on Saturday, Showalter and Black, on tour in support of their respective debut albums, filled up two and a half hours with more dick jokes than you'd expect from successful indie comedians.
Performa 07 went out not with a bang, but with an accordion. New York’s second-annual biennial of performance art finished up last night at the Millennium Theater to a packed house of downtown intellectuals complaining about the cash bar.
At the sold-out Swell Season show at the Beacon Theatre last night, Frames front man and unlikely indie heartthrob Glen Hansard was ebullient over the success of the movie Once. “About a year ago we played to 70 people at Tonic,” he said. “And now we’re at the Beacon. Amazing.”
The fans at Bright Eyes show at Radio City last night were as placid and regal as the Christmas-tree chandelier hanging in the lobby. The only time a butt lifted off the velveteen seats during the gig's first twelve songs was when a lone cropped-hair lady standing in front of Conor Oberst danced, uh, wildly for “Old Soul Song.”
Jack McBrayer was improvising a tampon commercial while guarding an opponent in an imaginary basketball game last night at the Upright Citizen’s Brigade Theater, and despite being an actor known for his impressive improv skills, he just wasn’t hitting the mark.
Spiritualized's songs have always been impossibly large; their supernova-size drones are exalting enough to, as the title of their 1997 Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space album suggests, induce feelings of weightlessness.
Stop us if you've heard this one before.
Church is rarely so inspiring.
Kaiju is a giant-size spectacle, with performers in Godzilla-style monster costumes wrestling one another in a ring strewn with balsa-wood skyscrapers while a spiky-haired announcer cracks wise at ringside.
Involving "Heart of Glass," if you can believe that.
It only took Chris "Dashboard Confessional" Carrabba a few minutes into last night's mostly acoustic show at Webster Hall, his first of three sold-out New York solo gigs supporting his just-released The Shade of Poison Trees, to comment on the age schism between him and his fans. "Is that just a pad of a bra?" he asked about a flung undergarment before shooing it aside.
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