Apparently NYU students did some partying to be compared to Albany’s finest. But on this St. Patrick’s day, never forget. Even though now Spring Break will now always happen to fall on St. Pat’s weekend, we can all still drive back to Albany from Long Island and prove how much we’ve been hitting the gym.
Friday, March 16
Incendiary, This Is Hell, Loma Prieta, Birds in Row, Concrete, Infidels at the State St Church in Schenectady [fbook]
Disposable Rocket Band, Goldtooth, The Lucky Jukebox Brigade at 51 3rd St Troy [fbook]
We Love House at Daisy Bakers, Troy [fbook]
Bass Fix at Red Square [fbook]
OUTPOST1: OUTPOST1: Brother Suarez, Tall Matt, Jay Travis b2b Brad Lee, Party With Tina and Knomad [fbook]
Saturday, March 17
Albany St Patrick’s Day Parate Starts at 2 at Quail and Central. [via]
Sean Rowe and Babe City at Steamer 10 [fbook]
A Taste of House, Troy [fbook]
SPAM Burlesque at Valentines, 11pm [via]
This is sweet. If you don’t know what downhill is, go YouTube it immediately. It’s going awesome to have such a huge event so close to us.
From the press release:
For the third year in a row, the world’s best professional mountain bikers will converge on Windham Mountain as the town hosts the eighth in a series of 10 World Cup events held all over the world. The 2012 edition of the RockyRoads.net UCI Mountain Bike World Cup presented by Shimano makes 10 stops worldwide with the Windham event taking place from June 30 through July 1.
For more info hit racewindham.com
Photo from SNAProductions
amtrak improvements to start this year [tu]
saratoga man indented to murder obama and school children [tu]
a coach bit off another coaches ear [tu]
carhartt opening retail store in crossgates [tu]
lark st natural foods is open [tu]
lark tavern sign that’s already up still isnt approved by the historic resources commission [tu]
reds is now park view pub [tu]
albany passes bullshit cabaret law [tu]
shogun on madison/lark to open march 27th [tu]
the ‘on deck’ art show now has it’s decks up for bid [via]
former skidmore student on the walking dead [youidiot]
This is the sound of growth, of maturation, of evolution. It’s the illustration of the axiom: talent borrows; genius steals. It’s the sound of adolescence becoming adulthood.
A grandiose introduction for a record review, to be sure. But the Cloud Nothings’ second album Attack on Memory (released in January) takes such a quantum leap from its predecessors that a little hyperbole feels in order. Until recently, Cleveland songwriter Dylan Baldi had spent his career borrowing snippets of indie rock history, churning out record after record of generic lo-fi rock. His work ethic was admirable – six singles and two albums in three years, plus a couple of cassette-only split releases and a digital single – but the music itself was forgettable, a fourth-generation tape dub of the moment indie rock became an identifiable sound.
His constant output, coupled with his age – Baldi dropped out of his first year of college to pursue music full-time – made for good press. And a songwriter that prolific no doubt has talent. But except for “I Am Rooftop” – a nod to Guided by Voices’ fascination with tape hiss and space aliens that received heavy airplay on WCDB – nothing stood out to me. What notoriety Cloud Nothings had stemmed from their story rather than their music itself. “A” for effort; ho-hum on everything else. But Attack on Memory changes that. Cloud Nothings finally stand on their own feet; they finally live up to their hype.
No one goes to see the Bearded Lady looking for substance. Seeing Mindless Self Indulgence this past Friday was an example of just that: spectacle. It isn’t important to justify or feel as though you have to defend being drawn into the element of performance; sometimes you just are. (Unless of course, that spectacle is Skrillex, in which case I don’t have much to say to you that you already haven’t heard before).
Mindless Self Indulgence are no strangers to the world of live performances, forming back in 1997. Wearing studded pink underwear over skin tight jeans, a leather jacket with the MSI logo on the back and a bowtie, frontman Jimmy Urine was the polar opposite of a shy performer. In fact, you could even go as far as to say that Jimmy Urine is the Bearded Lady ringleader of their eclectic mash-up sound drawing from punk, electronica and hip-hop influences, riling up the inner freak in all of us with the weirdest in-between-song-banter I think I’ve ever heard.
Be sure to check out Step Up Presents to see what’s coming up and hit the jump to see how weird things got.