Being a Portland, Oregon native might have something to do with my giddiness, for this weekend has me fancy extra tickled pink. Starting Friday, avant-garde noise rock and DIY attitude will merge for the NY Ear and Eye Festival. Giant abandoned warehouse-flat to boot! We can thank Todd Brooks (also known as Todd Pendu) from the Pendu Organization in Brooklyn, NY after the weekend; when our socks are missing and minds have been blown.
Brooklyn Pendu Organization is some pretty cool stuff; they reflect an idea of sustainability that The Hours can dig on. Their slogan “An arts organization with a focus on occultism, adhocism, & eroticism” captures an ideology of disregarding the mainstream path as the only path to follow. Here is a place that represents a group of artist that may not find freedom in the more corporate side of America. Most importantly we get some fresh art, because their full potential is being fostered and supported until it grows and wafts to some of us caught up in the other world. That is what I anticipate at the NY Ear and Eye Festival will be about, introducing people to some freshness that doesn't quite exist in our sterile world. Yea, we like it.
For more info on this magical event you can check out the myspace page at www.myspace.com/nyeyeandear, they have radio interviews that for auditory learners and band listings.
Paris (sigh). If I had only realized what kind of dark and delicious trouble I was getting myself into
Underneath the hundred mirrors, red velvet, disco balls and dance floors, I found myself too drunk to realize how dope of a party I was at. Sweat, smoke, accents and traces of blow illustrated a underground Paris scene the most would be lucky to dream about (if, indeed, dirty Parisian club going is your thing). Beatrice owner and renowned graffiti artist André showed love, Marion Cotillard, Daft Punk and others inflated the evening from live and fun, to exclusive and magical.
http://www.myspace.com/regineclub .... Its like Last Nights Party but French
New York had been good to us so far. And beyond the anxiety of economic turmoil, descending employment market and political melee we've found a comfort somewhere in the middle. A strikingly similar story to my recent autobiographical chapter; being green to New York but for the most part, loving whatever it dishes out.
How appropriate to have worked for a record label that is experiencing the same habitual-urban preadolescence challenges as me. So I figured why not merge to the two? Why not blog about developments at The Hours if they can relate to my own triumphs, tragedies and blackouts?
Sure, I'm no socialite, daughter-of-somebody starting my “art” career nor is The Hours DFA, Sub Pop, or Def Jam. We are, however, both pretty fucken rockin in our own, humble beginnings, slightly crazy - will be noticed-way: which is a pretty rad start. So watch both of us move up or crash in the city that never sleeps and have some fun while doing it. As this label, blog, and life expands into New Yorks numerous scenes you'll be right with us. I may not be dancing with Andrew W.K or meandering about with Michael T or any other paradoxical partier for my starry eyed, fame thirsty generation -but that is not to say I wont.