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Walking down North 6th Street last night at 1:30 a.m. was like parting a Red Sea of bearded, bespectacled guys in plaid shirts.
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Walking down North 6th Street last night at 1:30 a.m. was like parting a Red Sea of bearded, bespectacled guys in plaid shirts.
The event was billed as a “salon” — there were cocktails and a Q&A session, though (we imagine) fewer instances of syphilis than in the French gatherings of the seventeenth century.
It was a special show for Sigur Rós last night: Not only were they playing at MoMA, but they were doing it on Icelandic independence day!
The arena-packing, Bud-guzzling audience — almost exclusively in black T-shirts — was here for the full Iron Maiden experience, songs to logo, and they got it.
Front-lady sisters Kim and Kelley Deal are not only twins, but also Geminis, whose astrological symbol represents the twin!
Turns out that the crowd was not just a symbol of democracy, but also full of wannabe stars who hilariously but annoyingly refused to go away.
"So of course I can live with the fact that Ferrara is ranting and raving. Wonderful! Can't get any better."
Blake Sennet, a little brother intruding on a make-out session, nothing more.
White was channeling Liberace, his co-star John C. Reilly in Walk Hard, and seventies-era Elvis.
Last night at Irving Plaza there was a unmistakable “battle of the bands” vibe happening.
But the band that got its start backing a burlesque troupe didn't stint on the theatricality!
Watching them was a little like watching a kitten fight: lots of fluff, but claws enough to draw blood.
"Jane" figured out how they were going to get off the planet. "We need the biggest star in the universe! You, Kanye!"
Judging by the sea of asymmetrical haircuts (mirroring those of the twins themselves), we're pretty sure the audience was a sympathetic one.
It was clear the crowd was worshipping in the church of the beloved guitar-swinging rock-a-holic bandleader Jon "Speedo" Reis, formally of Rocket From the Crypt.
Last night's Flight of the Conchords show at Town Hall was a decadent affair.
For a bit, it was business as usual: Finn herking and jerking as the band churned behind him, shuffling his feet like he was building up static energy, doing those dainty little one-eighth claps.
If you didn’t know how to define Amy Macdonald before, she offered a convenient shorthand last night.
“Every time I get onstage,” Atmosphere's Sean “Slug” Daley told last night's Webster Hall audience, “I’m gonna shit, literally.”
He was apparently unfazed by constant streams of pot smoke, a minor fight by the stage, and a guy in the balcony who performed interpretive dances.