The Music Box.
Entries about the music I like.
Lady Gaga – The Fame Monster
The hypermodel before me sticks her arm out a couple feet to take what must be an immaculately captured self-portrait that’d put Van Gogh’s to shame. In doing so, she reveals her pronounced wristbones, bony arms, pale and sunken pits, textbook indicators of poor nourishment.
The Supersonics – Maby Baking
Apparently, when I had seen the Supersonics play live at NH7 with what was, in my opinion, too small a crowd, they had just gotten back together. I was impressed with their energy and how much they’d honed their post-punk revival sound. Over the course of a 45-minute performance, a crowd of sitters and standers became, almost entirely, jumpers and dancers.