As many of you have probably already noticed, the central conflict I experience while writing this column is that should ever there arise an occasion like, say, New Year’s Eve, where there’s always a ton of shows to choose from, I invariably feel like you probably shouldn’t go to any of them, but instead hang out with your friends and actually, you know, talk to them. And such is the case once more, with the Fourth of July creeping up on us. Will Sonic Youth at Central Park be a pretty good time? Yeah, sure, but it won’t be shit compared to that BBQ on your friend’s tiny, tiny, sweltering rooftop. So join me this year as I spend the Fourth not watching a band play. I mean, you don’t actually have to join me, of course, ‘cause I imagine you have your own stuff to do, but if you want to, I’ll be grilling at my friends Pete and Kara’s. Email me for their address (if you want me to no longer count them as friends).
Also of note:
7/2 The Feelies at Maxwell’s
I know, I know, but it seems like a Maxwell’s-ish kinda show, no?
7/5 RZA (as Bobby Digital) at Webster Hall
You’ll be hung over, but you should still go… as yourself, I guess.
7/7 The Chapin Sisters at Pete’s Candy Store
Please play ’30,000 Pounds of Bananas’… Please play ’30,000 Pounds of Bananas’.