OK, that didn’t end so smoothly. Nastanovich told us Adriano was the one to beat, and then the Derby happened and, well, we got this note from him: “Adriano. I'm still out there looking for him! What a bad pick!” I picked Big Brown, but in a trifecta with two shit horses. I picked Eight Belles “to win” for three dollars. As you may remember, she “placed” then was soon euthanized. I did make some of my money back on Dennis of Cork when he “showed.” $42 and change to be precise. I am a really high roller. This weekend, of course, is leg two of the Triple Crown. The Preakness in Baltimore (Sunny and 74 degrees). I’d say choose Big Brown, but not by himself, because at 1-2 odds you are donating money.
Guess what? Illegal downloading is not only killing music, it’s also contributing to the death of the small independent record shop. Yes, we know, boo-hoo. But before you shed a tiny tear, consider this: London’s Soho once teemed with weird boltholes run by insanely knowledgable freaks where you could buy the craziest music. Where you can do that these days, except in those Record & Tape Exchanges that smell of sweat and despair? Answer me that. Anyway, a new exhibition by photographer Spencer Murphy aims to document the passion and personality of what remains of Soho’s record shops and their owners. Are they on the verge of extinction? Well, they don’t look too happy, do they? See selected photos after the jump...
* Independent: A Celebration of Soho’s Independent Record Shops opens today at 63 Broadwick Street, London W1 and runs until May 24.
Remember when you were a little kid and you drew a picture of that fucking cunt Jessica falling from the sky and skewering herself on the top of a building? Then your teacher sent you to the headmaster's office and you were all, "Hahaha! I was just kidding, I'm a dumb kid who doesn't know what they're doing." But really you were like, "I wish that picture would come true and Jessica and her pink keds would rot in hell forever." Well, if you lived in Korea it totally would come true. You would also be able to lick a rainbow and have a pet unicorn.
Sub Pop punks Pissed Jeans are playing The Old Blue this Sunday (May 18). Expect blown eardrums and partially naked men smothered in sweat. It's the Pennsylvania band's only London show so expect something special. Support comes from London's own Tropics. DJs on the night include Goodbye! Mother and DJ Swank. Tickets will only cost a measly £6 and you can buy them here or on the door.
Listen: Pissed Jeans - "I've Still Got You (Ice Cream)"
Last night at the Southpaw, Clockcleaner opened for the reunited Negative Approach to the general enjoyment of the 10 or 12 Clockcleaner fans in attendance and the general disdain of several hundred or so rotund Negative Approach fans huddling around the back of the bar. This morning, John Sharkey sent us a pair of tracks from the band's new live EP culled from the performance and a little personal account of what happened. Enjoy!
We thought we’d let you know about this group exhibition opening in Stockholm tomorrow night. It features 34 non-boring artists, including Vice favourites Ragnar Persson (he shot the cover of our last Photo Issue) and the hilarious Japanese Andy Warhol lookalike, Twotom, who likes sadistic bunny boys. We phoned up Tony Cederteg, one of the curators, and got talking about boners and beer.
Over 100 bands and DJs are programmed to go off at multiple venues around Shoreditch tonight. If you don't already know about Stag & Dagger, here's how it works: a £15 magic wristband gets you into a plethora of parties, gigs, film screenings and exhibitions at participating
venues. You can buy them from 4pm onwards at the wristband collection point on Curtain Road. *Find out who's playing where. *Listen to music on the bill.
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