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Pretty Birds, I’ve been doing a bit of light heavy reading. “Scar Tissue“, the autbiography of Red Hot Chili Peppers frontman Anthony Kiedis, to be exact. And yeah, it totally trips me out to read the parts about Kiedis hanging out at the Rainbow Bar, to read about how much blow was being snorted off of every surface there, and then remember being at that joint as [...]
Someone asked me to comment on “The State of Dating” in New York City/ Los Angeles last week, and while I tried not to dwell on the topic too much afterwards, the fat, overweight little mice on the wheel inside my brain started huffin’ and puffin’. It’s all I can think about, so without further ado . . . My thoughts, precisely, on The State of Dating: I’m sort of the worst person to ask about dating, in that I’m terrible at it and am constantly doing it. But then, that kind of makes me one of the best people to comment on dating, I suppose. Most people’s goal behind dating is to either get laid or be in a relationship (or if you’re broke, get a free night out on the town). Essentially, asking me my thoughts on dating, as if I’m sort of an expert is more than a little paradoxical, because to date a lot, you have to be bad enough at it to NOT land in a relationship (physical or emotional), and to be good at it, means that you no longer date, because you ARE in a relationship. And if you are good enough at it to land in a (stable, healthy) relationship, you’re nowhere near knowledgeable enough to comment on the state of dating. Period. End of story. So for me to tell you about the state of dating (as I see it), I should first issue a disclaimer: I firmly belong to the first lot of dating un-experts, in that I’m so awful at it, I continue to date. Now I have to tell you why I’m so GAWD-awful at dating . . .
Today, it is raining here in New York City. Yesterday, it was raining here as well. In LA, it is sunny, a nice lovely summer day. Just when I was getting used to the swamp season here, my best friends are headed to the beach. Just like that, after a heatwave, she drops in from the clouds, and you realize in this [...] RogueRanters, meet Colin Smith. Back in early June, I had the pleasure of watching his set down at Rockwood Music Hall. While lyrically, some of his songs wreak of that overplayed coffee, sex, and cigarettes, blah, blah, blah, take your pills dear sentimentality, I’m pretty sure I’m probably the only person who feels that way about them. No one else, including the gaggle of females I was sitting next to, seemed to mind very much. Even I didn’t mind very much, which is saying something, because I am oh-so-jaded. His vocals are refreshing, refreshing in that “almost-haunted” sort of way. They’re so refreshing I decided to film a clip. Watch the clip and appreciate the synergy between instruments and vocals, because at a super small, super-packed venue like Rockwood, it’s pretty damn hard not to have one always overpowering the other. (That place is packed like sardines, no joke.) It helps that he had a three week residency there to acclimate, but still, I was impressed. (On the night I visited, Rockwood had actually asked him back, so it was after his official residency had ended.) And after you’ve checked out the clip above and decided if he’s your style, check out his Myspace, his website, and follow him on Twitter. Then, if he floats your boat, throw on your skankiest hippy outfit, head down to Rockwood on the Lower East Side tonight, and duh, become a groupie already. Because after watching him, I seriously have to wonder why isn’t more famous.
And let’s be real, RogueRanters, what could possibly be hotter in MusicLand than an artist who is just on the cusp of something really big? Absolutely nothing. Enjoy!
*If you’re in the city tonight, he (solo) and his band, MrNorth are playing a double-header at Rockwood Stage 2 at 9:30 PM.
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