Remember when underground truly meant underground? Well thanks to mega-hipster and “underground Brooklyn-based” music promoter Todd P – along with the thousands of shitty hipster bands out there – underground means nothing today. If 7,000 music blogs are constantly putting stuff out there, then it’s not underground. It’s amazing though; with all the attention these hipster fucks give themselves, every band is one of “those bands you probably never heard of”.
But this story takes the cake on trying so hard to be underground and obscure that it hurts. These fucking douches actually played a show in a fucking deli in Bushwick. Not a small theatre, not a dive bar, not even an overpriced parentally funded hipster loft that was converted in an old tuna can factory – BUT A FUCKING DELI! I’m pretty sure packing dozens of people, along with a bunch of music equipment plugged into the walls and cigarettes being smoked is a fire-hazzard - not that a smoldering building full of smelly hipsters would necessarily be a bad thing. The level these try-hards will go to to be “kewl” and “different” drives me insane. I can see it now. One day in the future one of these wanna-bes will have his grandchild on his lap back in their home state saying “yah, I was part of the underground Bushwick, Brooklyn music scene; I helped Brooklyn become Brooklyn. Your old granddad was a pioneer”. Or even the following day, one of these fauxhemians will be sitting in a Bushpointburg cafe with his Mac nasally honking into his phone “yah dayuuuuude – saw this amazingly epic show in a deli last night” so everybody can hear.
One of the funniest posts yet!
Wow. Before you know it, they’ll turn the rest of Knickerbocker Ave. and Bushwick into an overpriced, Hipster sewer…
That place just went from a C(aleb) health code rating to a Z(oe) minus.
LOL!
Wow – I can’t believe this. Living Bread was a place I used to go to every single day (TO EAT BREAKFAST AND LUNCH) when I worked over there. I haven’t been in there in about 3 years even though I live over there. Let’s be clear – I’m not one of them. First of all, I’m 41 years old. 2nd of all, I have a good job and I shower daily. Third of all, that location is very close to the Bklyn/Queens border and I bought a house (with my OWN money) about 8 years ago just on the Queens side. Really, is there nowhere else for them to play their shitty music?
I became a fast fan of your site when someone recommended it to me – these people are the most disgusting, arrogant, self-entitled people I’ve ever seen. Yet, they infiltrate neighborhoods and there’s NO backlash – I just don’t understand it. How people continue to rent to these pigs is beyond me – in a million years I would never let one of them near my property, let alone in my home.
Keep up the excellent work, I love your posts.
Signed -
Michele, a 41 year old NATIVE New Yorker
Michele, you inadvertently answered your own question “is there nowhere else for them to play their shitty music?” They have plenty of places where they could play…but then nobody would care. In fact, and I’ve seen this before, in a typical venue, the audience gets tired of their “Mommy wouldn’t buy me enough Star Wars toys” whining, so everyone tries to have a conversation. The lead singer gets butthurt that every last pair of eyes in the place isn’t on him, so he cranks up the volume. The audience gets louder. He cranks it up further. Before you know it, either the manager cuts the power (unlikely), the police tells the band to turn it down (also unlikely), or the audience bails out to let the little shitheads play to an empty venue (I’ve seen this happen).
At a deli, though? Well, that’s typical hipster thinking. Who cares if the band is unlistenable? It’s all about being able to say that you saw a band in a venue other than a standard club. Having “impromptu” performances in fire houses, subway tunnels, and abandoned churches doesn’t cut it, as local news outlets ignore the bands’ frantic press releases. Having a show in a deli gives it just enough “man bites dog” ambiance that know-nothing music reporters will masturbate like caged apes over the opportunity to cover it. The problem is that it’s kinda hard to go much further than this, unless someone has a maternity ward that really needs a quartet of balding neckbeards whimpering at 140 decibels so the newborns can sleep.
“quarter of balding neckbeards” — too funny!
Believe me, being 41 years old in no way removes you from this scene of creative, zany pioneers; you’d be stunned how many of these fly over pretenders are still acting like kidults into their 40s.
Everything else in your post, from having a good job forward completely disqualifies you from the ‘like yah’ scene tho – especially the native New Yorker part.
Have you ever been to Ferdinando’s Foccaceria on Union St.?
God bless them – from what I saw of their prices they must be making a mint off the Calebs and Zooeys.
Six dollars for a Panelle sandwich? Two thin, 3×3 slabs of chick pea paste deep fried and topped with some cheese on a round roll?
This place used to be my lunch spot when I attended Sacred hearts on Hicks st.
I ate there, but has to have been at least 8-9 years ago, and don’t really remember if it was so expensive back then. Not surprised an old school New York joint that’s been around so long would quickly size up the amount the invading Caleb army desperately looking for ‘an authentic NYC experience’ would pay for .anything to make the claim.
I’m sure they are cuisine experts though, having Olive Garden in Des Moines as their point of reference.
I have a friend – first generation American – whose parents emigrated from Italy. His first job was with Boeing out in Wichita, Kansas.
He remembered a place called “Spaghetti Jack’s”. Essentially it was overcooked pasta with ketchup served on a styrofoam plate.
His mom and dad had to send him care packages consisting of canned plum tomatoes
and dried italian pasta.
I think the old time places should allow the natives to order off the menu – similar to what’s done in Szechuan restaurants (as the one waiter told me, “no make for you! Not for round eye”)
They still have Manhattan Special on tap..
That’s awesome
Look at that picture…they all look like they ride the short bus.
I was thinking the same exact thing. The guy on the right, with the green-billed cap? Why do I suspect his artistic contribution to Brooklyn is beating a saucepan while screaming “OKLAHOMA OKLAHOMA OKLAHOMA!” all day?
“Like yah! Shows at delis!” Once again these fucktards are doing what has been done a million times before and acting like it’s news. Bands of various sorts have played where ever they and their instruments would fit (including empty beer vats). One of the most memorable gigs I’ve seen was at a Mexican restaurant in Alexandria, VA back in ’91.
i know it’s been a few weeks since u and special edd had your conversation on his site, but b 4 2 day hadn’t really seen it so thought i’d give a look see…interesting…r u friends now?
something else interesting…now, i’m not a bright bulb so hope someone can help me understand, you know…but why is it that my handle and email addy show up already filled in on edd’s ‘comments’ section?…you know the fields, like the ones on this site’s….Email/Name….how is it that this occurs only if i a) have posted on this site and b) then visit his? and c) doesn’t happen on any other site i go to after i leave this one?
just curious…n e 1 wanna take a shot at enlightening me? seems really odd….
Great post, DH!
Why is it when Meghans get their photo taken at a party it’s always while drinking a bottle of beer? Is this a new accessory like cankles or cupcake tattoos?
The rest of the photos? Pathetic. Especially the first one of the slightly obsessed fan in front of the guitar player. There’s enough beta male estrogen in that room
to keep the Oprah Winfrey Network going well into the next millennia.
I remember going to clubs in NYC. Sh*t beer and shots. That’s it. Who the f*ck holds a concert at a deli? THERE’S NO FOOD AT A CONCERT! IT’S DRUGS AND BOOZE! THAT’S IT! THE PLACE IS NOT CLEAN AND SMELLS OF STALE BEER, VOMIT AND P*SS!! BOOTHS? SANDWICHES?!? GMAFB…
And that band. Boy I’m sure these guys party hard. Which women’s studies program did these guys graduate from?
I’m not into breaking the law or destroying public property…but after looking at this pathetic excuse for a band. What a bunch of lightweights. I long for the days of John Bohnam and Keith Moon.
Real Musicians – guys that would throw a TV set out of hotel window or drive a Rolls Royce into a swimming pool. Musicians who could actually play and had talent.
Now the best we can hope for is Sean Lennon bumping his Vespa into a fountain in Central Park after three Chocolate-tinis and getting his ironic bowler hat wet.
I remember seeing The Shirts at CBGBs. Just getting there required a set of b*lls.
And on similar subjects, just wait until the Brooklyn herd copies what Portland’s Best have invented all on their own: vending machines for ART ART ART ART.
http://www.wired.com/design/2012/08/a1-art-0-99-vending-machines-as-art-galleries/
I won’t even start with how this isn’t even remotely new: you’ve had people converting old cigarette machines into art vending machines since the early Nineties, and probably a lot earlier than that. Never mind that most of this “art” is so ridiculously twee that only a hipster could stand it, and the rest is full of blatant copyright violations. Never mind that after the initial bright-shiny-object thrill, the customer is still expected to pay for upcycled crap that’s half as interesting as any Cracker Jack toy from the mid-Seventies. Oh, and never mind that Wieden + Kennedy is such a hipster stable that even Portlandia couldn’t cover more than a smidgen of its masturbatory fantasies. If it’s hipster-created, though, it HAS to be new and original, right?
Anybody got some slugs?
Naah. If these machines were cleared out, the wankers organizing them would take that as a sign that “art is reaching the masses”. The best thing to do is just walk by: the reason why all of those previous attempts at art-by-vending-machine failed is because the organizers couldn’t believe that passersby wouldn’t pay $3 for a pig in a poke. (We just had the same thing going on in Dallas with the White Rock Lake Bath House art space. Converted cigarette machine, really shitty art, the works. It got a lot of hype, but I expect it’ll be gone in another six months when they discover the only people putting money in the machines are family members of the “artists”.)
Mystery packet = I.E.D.
Closer to it than you know, especially considering this crowd’s fascination with bodily fluids as an artistic medium.
Thanks. You just inspired my Kickstarter project.
Phase 1: Collect underpants.
Phase 2: Buy some old vending machine from a junkyard. Buy black plastic bags plus some fancy printed labels that look like they were designed by a transvestite on steroids. Place underpants in bags and seal them. Put bags in vending machine and sell them for $10 each. Place vending machine in Billyburg on the street where it has 24h access.
Phase 3: Profit.
Future plans:
Find some old ATM and do the same thing.
Move into other cities and countries where hipsters meet.
Get hipsters to donate their old underpants. Preferably unwashed. Bonus prize for bedbugs.
Get a Masturbation Bros basement to use as a factory. Get Special Edd to make a documentary about it. Drew and the Medicinal Pen will perform at the opening night, followed by the Freelance Whales. Stevie can give a striptease, showing off his new tits, and Jill McDermid (look her up on Vimeo) will pull menstrual blood soaked surprises out of her twat as performance art and give them out as prizes.
Raise price of art to $20.
$$$$$$$$$$ Profit. Profit. Profit. $$$$$$$$
I need at least $100,000 to start this project. At least half of that for hazmat equipment for the factory. At least I can count on hipsters and eurotrash for free labor.
That reminds me. Whatever happened to that twerp who was starting up the cupcake vending machine down that way? Is she still in business and realized that the vending machine was a stupid idea, or did her husband ditch her, the business, and the kids in favor of a new 22-year-old? (I ask because we’re finally, FINALLY seeing the artisanal cupcake business starting to die out in the Southwest. We still have a couple of food trucks in Dallas that offer artisanal cupcakes, but the bakeries that only offered $7 cupcakes? Dying as we speak.)
Yep, not new at all. Rimsky-Korsakoffeehouse in SE Portland had an old vending machine with those little domes you used to get mini football helmets in with poems in them….10 years or more ago. Maybe 15.
Nothing hipsters do is new. Their “fashion sense” is your dad at his dorkiest in the early 70s. Their music is recycled garage band music played by musicians who make Sid Vicious look talented. Their ART ART ART is a revival of camp and DIY of the 1960s and 1970s. And kickball is what we did in elementary school when the school couldn’t give kids baseball gloves – a poor substitute for baseball/football.
sad part is, we’ll never know just how much more talented Sid might’ve been…still, this seems appropriate for all kinds of reasons….
Before you know it hipsters will re-invented all the deil. All deil’s in Brooklyn 3 years from now are going to have all vegan menus made from vegtables grown on their own rooftop, they’ll serve only PBR and coffee. And have free Wi-fi so that everyone can blog about it on their iPhones and post pictures and even stream it live to encourage more of their asshole friends to come over and hear crappy music by obscure “bands” with stupid names. Just watch, the deli will no longer be a place where one can go for food it will be another place where hipsters can hang out so everyone can see them “Like, yah are you going to the deli tonight? My friend’s band “Breaking Brooklyn” is playing there.
Please, don’t give them any ideas; they really do love to feel like they are inventing Brooklyn.
I’m hoping they try to picket L&B for valet fixie parking; would love to see them getting snapped like breadsticks and tossed into traffic on 86th.
Laundromats seem an easy mark for hipster “music.” They can prance in single file dressed like rejects from a Dr. Seuss book playing washboards, kazoos and cheese graters as the local people stare at their wash being dryed and totally ignore them.
That’s the funniest part of the public videos posted on DH. Just how damn uninterested regular NY’ers are by their presence. “I’ll read the Yankees box score 5 more times just to not have to pay attention to this ‘Look at Me’ festival going on as I commute into my job.”
I think this is a great idea! Maybe the locals or a laundromat employee can teach them what those machines are for and how to use them. Then in a few years, you’ll hear them say, “I was washing my clothes before it was cool.”
They’ve already invaded Portland and made the cheap and filling expensive – there’s no shortage of hyper-expensive sandwich shops here, including doing the impossible – making the Bahn Mi expensive and precious.
http://www.doubledragonpdx.com/menus/
http://www.portlandmercury.com/portland/double_dragon/Location?oid=5494938
Let’s see – cultural appropriation and casual racism? Check. Making something cheap very expensive? Check. (Bahn Mis usually go for $3 – 4.) I doubt you’ll see a Vietnamese person there, even in the kitchen.
all these morons with no manners n public r getting out of control…
actually saw a herd of monkeys dragging their drums n fifes n tambourines n fuck all else to a STATE PARK ON A SUNDAY MORNING….wtf?!!
c…THEY want to ‘have fun’, n that’s allllllllll that really counts….fuck every 1 else…fuck you gramps n fuck you granma wanting your quiet nature shit….fuck you mom and dad tryin 2 take your kids to the woods 2 teach them appreciation of the woods and creeks and wild life…fuck all u other tax payers….it’s what a bunch of twee 30-somethings want that REALLY count…
who the hell, except hippy spawn, actually believe taking their drums to a public park is a good, reasonable, and sound idea? bet they’re the same type of asshat fucksticks that believe leash laws r 4 everyone ELSE….
man, i am OUTTA here….when bfe starts getting infected, it’s time to go backcountry for good….
You are correct sir.
from “Double Dragon’s” website: Chef/owner ROB WALLS was born in New York City and grew up mostly in New Jersey. Before moving to Portland at the end of 2009, he had lived in Brooklyn for the previous six years.
“The bands play in front of a mirror.”
Well, now we know what the draw is for these terrible bands.
It strikes me as odd that the hipsters will pay $27 for a terible excuse for a lobster roll, or $10 for a poor quality chocolate bar, but they will rarely pay anything for their horrible music. It doesn’t say what the cover was, and if there was a promotor involved, there was certainy a cover charge, but seriously what’s the most you could charge people to cram into a closed deli? $3? 50¢??
That “detroit garage band” Tyvek must really be popular if they can’t book ANY of hundreds of actual music venues in NYC and have to play a deli full of the most predictable looking hipsters you’ll ever see. But I guess above ground and under a roof is better than the unwelcome train platform and sidwalk “concerts” they usually play…
There HAD to be a cover – that deli sure wasn’t selling food (look at the counter in the pix – dark and deserted).
Tyvek? So hipsters have abandoned stealing from real artists to stealing from petrochemical companies? Sheesh.
The story calls them “dependable garage rockers Tyvek”
Yeah, dependable, as in they have nothing going on and are ALWAYS available to do a show.
A deli concert in gritty Bushwick – LIKE YAH!!
Way back when the only way to make it as a band was to practice, gig constantly and do PR – put up posters, flyers etc. In other words: Hard work. If a band was good your non paying gigs early on were minimal. Then you started getting paid.
Now they take the easy way out. With Vimeo, You Tube, social media they don’t have to work hard at promoting themselves. They stink (both in the music and olfactory sense)
they charge nothing and hope that all this electronic promotion will get them noticed.
What’s missing from the equation is this: will a bar owner pay good money to bring these guys back because it beings in paying cutomers week after week?
Then there’s the other issue. Who’s paying? When I went to a concert the money came out of my own pocket. My parents didn’t pay. So if I had to be selective – Will it be The Who or The Plasmatics? If I had a lot of disposable income I wouldn’t have had to make a choice.
Honestly, half the time the bars aren’t paying any money at all.
Bands get a take at the door AND they have to split that take between other bands at the end of the night ( once the last band’s played ). To be able to demand ‘pay’ for a show from a bar or club means either a) you’re playing covers, not originals and/or b) you’ve gotten noticeable recognition in the area ( aka other club owners will confirm you can bring in more than 20 people on a consistent basis ). Perhaps if it’s the only bar, or your folks’ only bar, and you’re the only band – maybe you’d get something.
Most bands simply do not realize that bar owners are NOT being all ‘supportive of the local music scene, yahhh’ by letting bands play ( again, usually with no guarantee of pay ) for free in their joint. They do it because it’s cheaper than paying the liscencing fees to BMI and ASCAAP. Now, try to explain this to your average 27 year old about to be a loser for life, and their eyes glaze over and they begin to chew their cud. They don’t get it and the owners won’t admit it.
OF COURSE they want you to play for free you dingbat, who wouldn’t? The joke is that you’ll do it and the other joke is that you have to. Self-promote or get out of the game because bars are in the business of selling alcohol and/or food and/or coffee….not bands.
There is not 1 born and raised Bushwick Cat in that entire crowd……
Jeezuz this is some amateur bullshit.
http://tyvek.bandcamp.com/
This shit sucks majorly.
Tyvek is a part of that evil, global DuPont corporation, they’re like, like, a part of The Man, mahhhhnnn, you kneeowww, like yah.
I thought everyone knew that but I guess I was wrong–these idiots don’t. I thought those hipster fuckwad beardo ignoramuses were all about the anti-corporate, locally sourced, militantly organic, free range rooftop chicken coop in the backyard yadda yadda. How is it these uncreative douchebags use a name that they didn’t make up, doesn’t belong to them and not only that, is a part of everything they’re supposedly against-like pesticides, petrochemicals, plastics, all the stuff DuPont manufactures all over the world? Oh, right.
I guess it’s supposed to be all abut “irony”. Strangely enough their choice of a name is quite accurate. Tyvek is a type of plastic and what term is often used to describe something artificial or fake? PLASTIC! With that in mind, “plastic” sums up hipster culture perfectly.
Wow, there are more thick frames in this photo that the “Little Bit of Luck” Lotto commercials!
A bit of butthurt. Hipster memorials being vandalized:
http://brooklynpaper.com/stories/35/32/all_ghostbikeslooted_2012_08_10_bk.html
nice…some chick in that article calls the non cycling, non fags ‘street people’….
honey, you could only imagine just how street some street people can be….especially during a recession and especially when faced with the inane stupidity of not doing what we have done for a long time as a species…..SCAVENGE….suck it up little miss thrift store…
Just spotted – 11:45AM: on Leonard St. & West Broadway – dickwad with ironic wool hat; but not just the regular hipster douchebag hat; this one was one of those Peruvian mountain people ones, with the ear flaps – for maximum irony and attention whoring on an August day. You might be asking the following:
1) Did he have a pubic beard?
2) Was this pubic beard red by any chance?
3) Did he have Buddy Holly Glasses?
4) Was he wearing the emaciated lumberjack plaid shirt?
5) Did he have that standard hipster beta male pussy expression?
Like yah, Like yah, Like yah, Like yah, Like yah
This was exactly the fucking piece of gentrifying shit you’d love to spot after just being told you only have 1 week left to live.
For some reason THIS GUY comes to mind:
http://www.worldhum.com/images/images2010/cache/gross_think_195-195×172.jpg
Another one I’d love to run into after I’ve been told I only have one week left to live!
Whatever happened to the old commenter “Bill”? Is he still on here commenting under another handle maybe? I miss the Matt Gross poo-pile and the pink Matt Gross dildo…
what an odd little lot they are…
move to big, gritty, edgy city
do drugs, drink, be hip
dress like rednecks in anywhere, usa
it’s the last one that keeps tripping me up…maybe they’ll start riding franken-tractors next…painted with rainbows and flowers for maximum affect ya’ll…
i swear on my mother’s grave, i saw a douchebag jogging, on one of the hottest days of the year in Portland (97 degrees) wearing a fucking wool cap!
What % of these transplants do you think have actually had a pastrami on rye?
Less than zero – Pastrami isn’t organic.
Like yahhh….ANOTHER band that’s soooo original they can’t even come up with an original name. Just like someone else pointed out before about Medicinal Drew’s medicinal pen: It’s just a quirky unique way of renaming an Epi-Pen. These people sound like they’re all out of a special ed class.
Look at them-no, don’t–every walking cliche is there: the thick frames, lice beards, skinny lollipop shaped beta males, the chicks are all pasty, doughy, cankled, and they’re all knock-kneed and pigeon toed, like the two in the third picture.
And there are so many of these idiots here that the subway platforms and sidewalks are jam packed already, so that deli unfortunately is catching the spillover. GO BACK TO MICHIGAN.
That snide “older asian woman, presumably the proprietor, nervously peers out from a behind a cash register” comment…She was nice enough (or possibly doesn’t speak enough English to completely understand) to let them use her deli, then they push her out of the way so they can have playtime. You bet she’s going to be watching them. She has to babysit them to make sure they don’t fuck up her store that she and her family WORK so hard to maintain. The article doesn’t mention those entitled fucks thanking her, either. It’s all about Listen To My Shitty Band and LOOK AT MEEEEEEE.
I fail to how she or any female would be nervous about guys she could easily beat in an arm wrestling contest. That “nervousness” was most likely a “WTF? These people are ugly and they stink!” look or an attempt to hold back laughter.
Of course they’re not going to thank her. I’m amazed they actually acknowledged her existence. She’s a lowly non-creative plebe, not a bold quirky urban pioneer like them. It doesn’t matter she was spending the night watching a bunch of drunken children, or that she had to spend several more hours cleaning up the place and getting it ready for the morning while they stagger off to their parentally-subsidized apartments and rest up for their next little adventure.
plus, she’s like….OLD n shit, yahhhh…old people r lucky 2 b around hipster yooth mannnnnn….
HAHAHA look at photo 6!
We’ve found her! Queen of the Hipstresses!
Its like every single cliche on this site in one profoundly disturbing package.
Its possible if you take her out, the entire hive dies with her. We need to nuke this from orbit, its the only way to be sure.
We need to nuke this from orbit, its the only way to be sure.
+1 always loved that quote
Harry the Hipster wouldn’t pass as a “hipster” nowadays because, aside from the fact that he’s actually kind of hip,
- he owns a comb
- knows how to use a razor and soap
- knows how to properly wear a tie
- his suit doesn’t look stupid, ironic, or “vintage”
- is playing a real musical instrument that actually requires skill and not “whisper singing”
- is singing a song mocking someone who’s physically/mentally/morally not suitable for military service, which is pretty much the definition of modern hipsters.
Harry the hipster was actually quite hip, was a great singer pianist who played a lot with Fats Waller but he was a bigt time junk addict as were a lot of the original 52nd street apple hipsters. In fact i think he was the one who coined the term hipster
“…wouldn’t pass as a hipster NOW A DAYS.”
No one said he was not a hipster THEN.
Context friend…context…
Not arguing the point just trying to enlighten some folks on history of NYC and where the term orginated
back in the day( 1940s through early 50s ) hipsters were actually quite orginal very hip and produced a lot of ground breaking art (bebop) Diz Bird and Monnk hung with hipsters. Who were malinged by the mainstream thats all not making a comparison of any sort
FUCKING TRY HARDS
FUCK ALL OF THEM
They think playing in a deli is a big deal? BFD. It’s ALL been done before. I’ve played in bands in burrito joints, strip clubs, in the middle of a cornfield, and even on a fucking beach with a fucking generator. IT’S ALL BEEN DONE BEFORE, YOU TRYHARDS.
I love this site, and the comments section? The best!
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Someone have to send these fuckers to a island and left them to die
Got to let off a little steam here…
So I was out of town doing some work and decided to drive about 20 minutes out of my way to this little restaurant I’ve enjoyed in the past in order to have a nice, relaxing lunch. This is a hipster free zone but as I walk in low and behold – a Rolly Fingers and a beardo sitting at a table..but they were wearing a dress pants and shirts which threw me off a little. I thought *maybe* there is a some chance these are just normal folks who are a little out of with touch with modern facial grooming but then through the top of Rolly’s dress shirt and sleeves I see tattoos poking out. I’m then seated a couple rows behind them and instead my normally nice view has these assholes in front. My entire lunch, RUINED.
Now, I encounter hipsters all the time and I know what I’m getting myself into when I got to certain places and I deal with it but seeing them there today really infuriated me.
Not much of a story, I know, but I needed to rant and I know I’m in good company here.
Good story. I can picture it and feel sorry your lunch was ruined unexpectedly.
Tattoos are just another thing these idiots have ruined.
Who is Todd P? and where is he from? Read the FIRST SENTENCE of this wikipedia article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Todd_Patrick and thankfully, wikipedia even flags the article as an “advertisement”.
And he’s performing in “the Prospect Park” in his picture. Maybe I’ll go to The Brooklyn later to see it.
Six different people with glasses, and all of the frames are of the same douche style.
I can’t unsee that photo. It’s a critical mass of ugly all concentrated around a hyper-dense plutonium core of ugly, right at dead centre of the picture — or as scientists refer to it, “Velma”.
In January, the same concert promoter put on a show at the K&K Super Chinese Buffet in Ridgewood. I kid you not.
Also a few years ago there was a show in an old Catholic church in the city. I am not religious in the slightest but it was depressing and upsetting to see such a gorgeous building LITTERED with Pabst Blue Ribbon cans in the after-show photos.
Of course there was the obligatory photo of a chick with giant birth-control glasses. At least they spared us by not showing her enormous cankles.
I remember my friend’s band played in an old industrial park that was converted into a concert hall back in 99-2000. Nothing but shitty punks, hardcore kids, and random freaks and weirdos. Graffiti and stickers everywhere. The floor reeked of stale Pabst Blue Ribbon 9back then we drank it cause it was cheap at 10 bucks for a 24 pack) and cigarette butts. It’s no longer there…but some of the best moments of my life were spent in that place.
Around that time too the band I was in (we were a hardcore band with two lead singers…I was the second) played at a church. Which was funny because we never had any songs without swearing in them..LOL!
A show at a deli doesn’t even have the same effect to me. It just seems boring.
What band were you in (if divulging that info won’t cause you any trouble)?
I was in a shortlived group called PFN (pants for now cause we couldnt come up with a better name). We only had one album that came out over a decade ago that was pretty local. The lead singer of our group decided to be an ego maniac and change the direction of the group to be more like Matchbox 20 to get signed. So he started writing more love songs and everyone else went along with it until slowly but surely everyone quit (me included). Last time I checked he moved to Brooklyn in 2006 and is now a full blown hipster.
Sounds about right….LocalBandTemplateInsertState from mid-90′s on usually had at least one member that was either moving to LA or NYC or in at least 3 bands in their towns in hopes one of them would ‘get signed’….no 2 words crack me up more than hearing a musician say,”…get signed….”…..and i’ve heard those words come out of a lot of ‘core, no, seriously we’re the real deal’ self-proclaimed artistes many, many times….they’d start blogs n keep every 1 up 2 date or trying 2 get them to move too….NYC’s always going 2 b a draw 4 the aspirant fame junkies tho’…it makes sense it’s just 2 bad these recent gen’s of ‘Artistes’ have so little humility….
…many also wanted to outdo the weird gig records of bands they admired….few can top The Cramps’ asylum gig or Cash’s prison gig….i can’t even imagine any of these twee pansies attempting it, much less thinking of it…
first signs of phoney musicians….2 good to play SomePlace and don’t know two shits about the music business then or now and refuse to be educated about it….u can almost hear the seconds ticking till u see them again with paunch bellies, receding hairlines, an driving a Camry…maybe that’s the attraction to the balding neckbeard looks…they figure that’s where they r headed n e way…
Cool. I’ve seen that scenario (egomaniac singer) play itself out many times.
Did anyone try to free the liverwurst from the deli case?
URBAN URBAN URBAN URBAN URBAN URBAN URBAN URBAN URBAN URBAN URBAN
THESE PEOPLE ARE LIKE LIKE LIKE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO URBAN
LIKE, LIKE, LIKE, LIKE, LIKE, LIKE, LIKE, LIKE YAH YAH YAH
So, these nobodies played a concert in a deli.
The Beatles played a concert on a rooftop, and that was in 1969 and when they could have sold out Wembley for six straight years. No need to try to top that people.
Didn’t you know it was the hipster who brought delis to New York? All you natives should be thanking them really, since they’ve brought you all out of the culinary, as well as artistic dark ages.
Seriously though, where can I get some free range rat pastrami imported from CA? I just know it will help me reconnect to my food and teach me about hunting or something, like yah.
This message was approved by Anthony Bourdain and Andrew Zimmern, the Evil Twins of Hip Culinary Excellence (r).
One of those two bozos, I’m not sure which one because I can’t tell them apart, but I think it’s probably Zimmern, is from none other than Minnesota. Imagine that.
Again, I’d apologize for the atrocities my state continues to wreak on humanity, but like so many joshes and meghans I’m just glad he’s not here anymore.
u r just b-ing a bigot by knocking hipsters….don’t u understand that is like making them suffer the SAME oppression as groups such as the Jewish, the Blacks, the Gays, the Women? don’t u understand it’s EXACTLY THE SAME?!!!
(screeching & whining brought 2 u by the guru’s of illogical comparisons )
It is not exactly the same…hating someone because they are black is racist. That is hating someone because of hte color of their skin….that person was born that way, they have no choice.
Hipsters on the other hand, chose to live this way. they wanted to live the LOOK AT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE lifestyle. So when Jocks, bullies, and assholes have this crap shoved in their face while theyre trying to ride a subway, it is NOT the same. You are fucking stupid.
Sunday heard a racket coming thru the window, walked over to the Brooklyn Stage on Kent to see
what’s up. Lots of hipsters baking in the sun, lined up for some shitty t-shirt truck, zombied out on their iToys. On stage was a skinny blipster “rapping” to some really weak tinkertoy beats.
Rap went something like this:
I’m a hipster
I’m the skinny jeans
I’m the L train
I hate it when people look at me
Cause I just don’t give a fuck
I’m a hipster
I’m the skinny jeans
I’m the L train
Man, that was some lame ass shit. Did not hang around.
I was actually there…lol! That was the mad decent block party.
That was Zebra Katz and Njena ReddFoxx. Yeah…they’re hipster as fuck but I dig em.
However…there was one band that played that day that was sooo horrible it made me and my friends leave. I came to see Major Lazer and that was a buzzkill.
REPTAR …seriously don’t listen to them.
You should have handmade 100 scarfs and beanies and got them covered in chickenpox germs and handed them out to the party.
We could learn alot from histroy
*smallpox
No, Zimmern is from NYC; he went to Minn. to go through treatment