Cabaret License: This Week's Music Megalist
If you missed out on tickets to the Futureheads tonight there are still a lot of other great shows this week. Tonight we suggest the Epochs. We were handed their cd upon leaving the Arcade Fire show at Irving earlier this month. Upon listening we discovered some uncomparable eclectic electro-acoustic-pop (say that 3 times fast). They play at the Knitting Factory tap bar tonight at 10:30 (for free). Before they go on check out Mommy and Daddy at 8pm downstairs in the Knit's Old Office.
Musically Inclined
A glimpse into the musical tastes of some bloggers can be seen at Professor Barnhardt's Journal, where Bob Sassone asked a few for their ultimate mix of 20 songs from the past 25 years, including me. Bob told us to "list your favorites, not some list of 'best' or 'popular' or 'influential,' or whatever VH-1 was doing with that thing." Lots of bloggers seem to be They Might Be Giants fans. Even so, fellow contributor, 601am's Aaron, says his list "runs towards the embarassing," but as we at Gothamist know, everything can be embarassing - friends, family, hairstyles, behavior - so we take embarassing to be pretty status quo. Also, creating a mix, though it's permanent, is just a glimpse into one moment of your life (the science of a mix can be more elegantly explained in High Fidelity), and I expect my own list would be different tomorrow.
100 Best Songs? Not in Gothamist's 25 Years of Living Sweet Life
100 Best Songs?
Gothamist takes aim at VH1's stupid new list (yes, an easy target, but still fun) with some of their and their readers' favorites.
A Gothamist Memorial Day Weekend
Aaron at 601am inspired us with his suggestions for an indoor Memorial Day weekend for guests. Since lousy weather makes getting past the front door even harder, we have included many things that are great stay-at-home activities:
Tony Clinton For Prez
OK, so I used to be much more of an anglophile than I am now - you know, listened to Blur, Pulp, The Stone Roses, and all that pretentious rock of the Nineties. After having spent a week in Manchester and trying to find a decent restaurant of any cuisine -- any -- and after having realized I was more likely to find a Zionist in Pakistan than fresh fish and vegetables in the UK, I gave up my anglophilia and decided that New York City is the only decent location in the world.

