Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Aruba Vacation: The Video: The Blog Post

Beauty. Terror. Ostriches.

Oh, and for those who need context on the whole moth thing, please see last year's Robyn vs. Moth. It's a Robyn Happens classic.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Local Correspondents Tribute to Ourselves

Well, isn't this precious.

Bar 4 often hosts tribute nights. Previous rock fests have included tributes to Bruce Springsteen, Madonna, and Tom Petty. This Friday saw an unprecedented event: the tribute to ourselves.

Yep. Kids from the scene covering kids from the scene. The ultimate tribute to peers.

And so NOT an indication that we've run out of ideas. Perish the thought.

Here's Jessi Robertson covering Kevin Johnston:



Andy Mac covering Michael Wagner:



Jeremiah Birnbaum covering Debbie Miller:



And Lara Ewen covering Bryan Dunn:

Sunday, June 13, 2010

This Week(-ish) In Music: Starring Kyle Patrick, Jesse Ruben, Athlete, Bryan Dunn, Bucky Hayes and Lara Ewen

Kyle Patrick and Jesse Ruben covering Sam Cooke at Rockwood 2. Classy!



Athlete at Bell House. Hey, America. Now that we've got a little U.S./England angst out of our system, let's get on board with this band. The UK's already figured out how awesome they are. You should too.



Also in Brooklyn, Bucky Hayes and the Radio played at Union Hall, and featured the amazing colossal Lara Ewen. Hey, you guys. She says "shit." Deal.



And Bryan Dunn kicked a little ass that night, too. I said "ass." Cope.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Icy Cool Feel of Victory

The most triumphant video you will see all year...

Monday, June 7, 2010

Robyn vs. Window Air Conditioning Unit (A Tragedy)

In which we discover that sheer pluck and a stubborn resolve to stick to an agenda are not enough to cool off an apartment.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

It's 94 F**king Degrees In My Apartment

Sometimes toughing it out is for tiny babies.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Deconstruction of a Monday Night

Memorial Day evening. Allen Street. This is Rosi and Phil singing a sweet song at Rockwood 2. Lovely, civilized. Ahn. But that barely perceptible drunken giggling off-camera hints at more sinister forces at work...



...and then, without warning, we find ourselves in the Van Halen stage of the evening, which is widely regarded as the larval stage between dignified acoustic comportment and karaoke chaos...



...and then, I don't know, you guys. Journey. Purple pants. Unbridled shredding. Difficult-to-maintain camera angles. Magic. You know? You know.