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Ghostland Observatory @ Webster Hall

The laser-sharp musical stylings of Ghostland Observatory (cred: marmar_photo)

A great friggin show. The performance was mind-blowing and the crowd was awesome with a strong Texas contingent. I loved it. Before I get back to work on my dance moves, here is an attempt at a setlist. I think it’s complete but probably a little off on the order:

Piano Man
All You Rock & Rollers
Stranger Lovers
Vibrate
Sad Sad City
Edge of Town
No Place For Me
Midnight Voyage
Move With Your Lover
Shoot ‘Em Down
Dancin’ On My Grave
Heavy Heart
Robotique Majestique
The Band Marches On

Silver City
Rich Man
HFM

Also, an impressive set of photos of the show by “Madeas” is live on Flickr.  I recognize these from the photographer who was standing right in front of us.  I can’t say enough how much I appreciate people hauling their gear into these shows and putting their stuff up on Flickr for everyone to enjoy.  It’s rock photography at its finest.

Posted in Music, New York, Texas

March 29th, 2008 | 4:54 AM

Design Tips From Nick Denton

See this charming post on Gawker offering some constructive criticism on NYMag.com’s new homepage design. I know the feedback will be appreciated, even from a blogger who takes big risks with Web design by resisting the urge to mark up photos with white scribbles in MS Paint.

How does he do it?

I was just listening to Junkie XL - More

Posted in Design, New York

March 18th, 2008 | 1:00 AM

The Hives @ Music Hall of Williamsburg

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Testing out my iPhone camera at The Hives show in Williamsburg

I was in somewhat disbelief last night when I received a last-minute beacon to come out to Williamsburg to see The Hives. I didn’t know they were playing out there nor had I remembered they were playing in New York. I acquired a copy of their new album, Black & White, several weeks ago but hadn’t listened to it in a while. In fact, I can’t say I generally listen to the band except when it comes up on random. It’s neue punk/indie rock and while they have plenty of excellent tracks, it’s rare I would sit down to a whole helping of The Hives.

Now that I have seen them live it’s easy to look at this band in a whole new light. Their wit, energy and presence doesn’t translate on their records like it does when they’re on stage. The lead singer, Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist, might as well be the bastard child of Iggy Pop and Mick Jagger, backed up by AC/DC. It isn’t often to enjoy a combo platter of fancy microphone acrobatics (except for Ghostland Observatory), scissor kicks, stage diving and endless banter from your leading rock stars these days. By far the best commentary of the evening was something along the lines of, How about clapping Brooklyn? I know it’s been a long time since there was clapping in Brooklyn but I don’t even have to ask for it anymore. I know they say audiences in Brooklyn are boring but I don’t know what they’re talking about.

Oh and this is all spoken with an accent as if Elvis was Swedish but spoke English almost perfectly. It was pure rock and roll showmanship and entertainment — truly a lost art that this band has mastered and perfected.

Setlist

Try It Again
Guerre Nucleaire
A Little More For You
Walk Idiot Walk
No Pun Intended
Bigger Hole To Fill
Die All Right
Hate To Say I Told You So
Here We Go Again
Won’t Be Long
Diabolic Scheme
You Dress Up For Armageddon
Two Timing Touch
Tick Tick Boom

You Got It All Wrong
Main Offender
Return The Favour

I was just listening to The Hives - Walk Idiot Walk

Posted in Music, New York

March 7th, 2008 | 3:16 PM

Offal Good

Last night, I ventured with my friend Jon on the 7 train out all the way out to Flushing for dinner with The Gastronauts. They were celebrating two years of socializing and adventurous eating at A Fan Ti, one of the group’s “greatest hits” from the past two years. I knew what was on the menu since it had been circulated before hand:

An Evening at

A Fan Ti

Vegetables and Starters

Sauteed Strring Beans [sic]
Sauteed String Melon
Seaweed with fresh garlic
Parsley with Peper [sic]
Preserved Egg with Bean Cord [sic]
Gizzard

Nose to Tail

Lamb Brain
Lamb heat Meat [sic]
Lamb Eye in Brown Sauce
Salteed Hunch [sic]
Spicy Shredded Lamb Stomach
Grilled Lamb Kidneys
Lamb Lag with Bean Sauce [sic]
Testicle with Hot Pepper Sauce

Drinks

Koo Lai

Jon and I showed up slightly late after walking past the restaurant not noticing it. We thought it might have been our subconscious trying to tell us something but if it was, we ignored it and found the small, modest restaurant which simply had “B.B.Q.” on the awning.

I sat down to one of two tables with at least 15 people sitting at each one. The crowd was lively with a good mix of women and men all talking about the courses they had just tried, anticipating the courses to come and sucking down bottles of Koo Lai, or Coors Light. My kind of crowd.

Appetizers

The dinner, served family style, followed the menu pretty closely with some exceptions. We caught up on the first courses of String Beans, Seaweed with Lamb Head Meat, Tofu with Preserved Egg, Shredded Lamb Tripe (String Melon) and Sauteed Spinach. All of these first courses were served chilled or room temperature, light on the palette and refreshing. The preserved egg, which I assumed might be nasty, only carried a really salty flavor above anything else.

Then it got serious.

Main Course

First up was the Lamb Brains served grilled with a brown “sauce for the brains”. There was a plate of 3-4 brains which are about the size of your fist. As would be my technique for the evening, I portioned a couple of healthy bites. The flavor was evident of lamb but also a bit gamey. The texture could be compared to runny scrambled eggs without the viscous, liquid component…if that makes sense. I had another bite, just to make sure that this was not an appealing course. After that third bite, this was a sign that I could trust my instincts in this case.

Next was the Lamb Eyeballs, braised and served in brown sauce. This was the dish I was having the most anxiety about, worried that I would have an entire eyeball in my mouth and have to chew through it with a surprise burst of flavor that I did not want to comprehend. But I think everyone at the table had the same feelings as I did since we portioned the eyeballs into halves and separated the optic nerve (which Jon would later consume and enjoy). Surprisingly, the eyeball was good assuming you like to eat the bits of fat from an appropriate piece of meat. The flavor and texture were equivalent to that but in some subtle way better. However, I treated it like a piece of pork belly which is to limit myself to a very small piece. I had a feeling this meal was going to be pretty high in cholesterol and I did not want to push it.

Okay, I’d never order eyeballs again if I can help it. But it was a pleasant surprise not to be grossed out by the one item on the menu I was most fearful of. Perhaps this is the parable parents have been looking for to convince their children to try new things at the dinner table.

Don’t Wash Your Food Down

After most of our table had concurred on the Lamb Eyeball culinary experience, we moved on to a rapid fire succession of Lamb Kidneys and Testicles, each served two ways; grilled and you guessed it, in braised in brown sauce. The grilled kidneys were heavily spiced - almost blackened - which helped me to eat it slowly and savor the flavor. Not too bad. My least favorite dish of the evening was the braised kidneys, which I didn’t like from the moment it hit my chopsticks. I made the mistake of trying to wash the kidneys down with beer, which due to their tough texture, washed all of the otherwise delicious brown sauce away and left only the kidney in my mouth. It was then I realized I had no business in an eating contest on a reality television game show. But I held my composure and swallowed. Uggh.

There isn’t much to say about the braised and grilled Lamb testicles other than it was fun to eat them listening to the comments from everyone at the table. The flavor had the subtle pungent lamb flavor I had been tasting all night along with a texture that sits somewhere close to but not quite as tender as swordfish. At least the braised testicles were served spicy with peanuts which not only added to the flavor but also to the irony of it all.

Three final dishes, braised chicken gizzards, spicy shredded lamb stomach and braised lamb tongue were, in retrospect, a great way to end the meal only because my appetite was fatigued from…trying so many other new things. I have had fried gizzards before, so I knew what to expect…the toughest, chewiest protein I have ever had. The spicy shredded lamb stomach was equivalent to the shredded “melon” dish, basically a tripe Kimchi. The lamb tongue ended up being the favorite of mine for the evening and for everyone sitting around me. The texture was better than what I remember of beef tongue and the flavor finally found equilibrium with the brown garlic sauce that had accompanied so many of the other dishes.

No Dessert Course

After the meal, we stuck around the restaurant to socialize, discuss the election returns (and our disappointment from those returns), and to talk about previous Gastronaut dinners. As extreme as this meal was, everyone seemed pleased that it was not nearly as challenging as their insect dinner, which was documented and reported on by NPR.

Reflecting on the evening, I can say this: I have a better appreciation for the food we eat regularly in the West. What I had to eat last night is probably considered by many cultures a delicacy, either because it’s part of their tradition to not waste animals killed for food or because it is what’s affordable. So I applaud the Gastronauts for expanding my culinary experiences because I don’t know many others who are, no pun intended, gluttons for this type of punishment. I definitely had a lot of fun with the group and I look forward to dining with them again in the future.

But I am thankful I wasn’t there for the insects.

I was just listening to Beck - Rental Car

Posted in Cuisine, New York

March 5th, 2008 | 2:17 PM

Birthday Shenanigans

I’m thirty now and it feels pretty awesome. A big part of that is not experiencing anxiety about changing the first digit in my age much less having someone thoughtfully point that out to me. The great feeling also comes from a sense of learning from the mistakes I made in my twenties - what some people refer to as living - and applying those lessons learned to…

Actually, what it comes down to, is that I had a great birthday. I was surrounded by friends (some traveling from Chicago and Austin) and family (my father was in town on a well-timed business trip). I was spoiled with gifts, most of which should benefit any AAPL stockholders and employees. And I received a lot of birthday cards of which my favorite was enclosed in a translucent yellow envelope procured in France. Of course, the experiences was what made it fun.

Hill Country
This place can’t seem to get any negative reviews and/or press in New York and why should it? It’s objective is to serve one of the finest styles of cuisine in the world: Texas BBQ. Of course, after having my fill of Texas BBQ in Texas the weekend before, I wasn’t aggressive on the menu. But it does taste a little bit like home which maybe is worth $20.00/lb for the sliced brisket. Which is the perfect place to have a happy hour/dinner with all of your close Texan (and honorary Texan) friends. Maybe that’s why it is our De facto go-to for such occasions. Also, I don’t know who that sound engineer guy is working at Hill Country thinks he is but he needs to cut out the Kevin-Barnett-imposter-act because it’s pissing me off.

Perilla
Okay, I picked this restaurant at the recommendation of some New York editors and because the executive chef won the first season of Top Chef. As one of the newest and notable restaurants in town, it has received some stellar press and reviews. But what it comes down to is the food and service. Both were impressive. I loved the simple menu (read: not being overwhelmed by a menu adds to a dining experience) and the food really did seem to focus on whatever fresh ingredients were available at that moment. If this is what results from a reality television show, I say bring on Season 4.

Dominick’s
Ten years ago, my friend Luke visited New York with a college friend from Connecticut. When he requested italian food one evening, the friend’s parents drove them to Dominick’s on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx. That night resulted in a legendary meal story that I have been curious to re-create ever since moving here. Finally, I was able to do that with Luke visiting along with his wife, sister-in-law and a group of mutual friends. We all took the North Line out of Grand Central to the Fordham University stop and made a 15 minute walk to the restaurant. There were no menus, only “Pasqi” making recommendations and asking us to tell him what we wanted. What ensued was a multi-course meal (antipasto, calamari, stuffed artichokes, veal marsala, chicken picatta, eggplant parmesan, etc.) and enough wine to get us all ubriaco. Considering what we ended up paying before tax/tip ($425 for 8 people), this may have been the best meal I’ve had in New York City.

Fresh Salt
AKA There Will Be Booze. I was surprised at how many people trekked it down to the South Street Seaport zone. We took over the entire bar, DJ’ing off my iPod with just the right amount of space to keep us cozy with room to move around. Two unexpected guests included a neighborhood regular who also shares a Feb 27th birthday (yeah, weird) and his pet Komondor (awesome hair). It made the evening even more special considering the service was excellent, drinks were stiff and the company was A-class. We had fresh baked cupcakes. From there it gets fuzzy.

The next day was not as awesome. But completely worth it. I hope everyone had as much fun as I did.

I was just listening to Ghostland Observatory - Robotique Majestique

Posted in Cuisine, New York, Personal

March 4th, 2008 | 4:37 PM

I Smell a Rat

NY Times: Unofficial Tallies in City Understated Obama Vote

I heard about some shadiness going on in the Loisaida polling station. Something about “broken voting machines“.

Posted in New York, Politics

February 16th, 2008 | 9:44 PM