The National Punches You in the Throat

It's been a while since I've been to a show this good. I didn't want it to end. The video and the pictures don't do it justice. The National has been gaining fans at a steady pace and for good reason. In May 2013 I saw them play their song "Sorrow" for 6 hour straight on repeat and they made it sound new each time. This band takes music to the next level in a way that bands don't often do these days.

I went on Wednesday June 18th to the Prospect Park Bandshell where the opening band was Lord Huron. Their music is a mix of bluegrass, folk, and indie. Because I knew they were opening for The National, I spent a week journeying through their album and familiarized myself with some of their songs. Hands down, "She Lit a Fire" is a favorite (maybe because it stirred some personal emotions for me).

The night before that, Phosphorescent opened for them and I wish I could've seen that show as well. I saw Phosphorescent play at an old theater in the middle of a small town in Connecticut about a year ago and it was amazing. The National picked some great opening acts that are up-and-coming in indie music and enough can't be said for both these bands. 

But nothing compares to the show that Matt Berninger put on. He was a mix of rock star gone mad to emotionally connecting to each song he sang. Having seen his brother's documentary Mistaken for Strangers, I immediately saw the struggle for Berninger when he messed up lyrics or something went wrong. He acted out his frustration a bit and threw beer into the crowd, dropped his mic, hit himself with his mic stand to the point of bleeding, and even tossed a fan's phone. But it was totally worth getting punched in the throat (yes, this happened) to see this show. Especially when Sufjan Stevens showed up.

Just a Thought

Too bad he's not calling for a date. He's calling to tell me I have cancer and only 3 months to live.

Don't Take Pictures of Bearded Men

Trying to catch a picture of two bearded men having a legitimate meeting in an office is probably as easy as trying to take a picture of two zebras stopping for a drink at a watering hole. I don't really know why I was trying to do this. I think the attempt was to create some sort of quirky post on Facebook in order to illicit laughter, conversation, and likes.

I work at a huge company. Like very huge and very important. Except, I work in customer service and everyone who does not work in the customer service part of this huge company does something creative. On any given day there will be a writer, model, or photographer walking past my desk. Well, this particular bearded man is very attractive. He is one of the people who walks past my desk at least five times a week and all I can think is, "he needs to cut that beard." Now mind you, my last boyfriend had a beard, so I don't discriminate, but my ex's beard was of a normal, average length. With this guy, I can't help but think every time I see him that there must be food of lunches past still haunting it.

Again, he is very attractive and the other day I saw him with another attractive man with a long beard having what looked like a meeting. What are the odds that these two met at our workplace and had important things to talk about? Were they talking about beard competitions? Were they discussing their latest post on our prestigious newspaper site? I don't know, but I very un-tactfully tried to take a picture from a safe distance. I was caught. They stopped their conversation mid-sentence, turned, and stared right at me. 

I walked down the hall in a direction that allowed me no exit and called my mom. My mom was probably wondering why on God's green earth I would ever call her since most days I rush her off the phone. But she saved me, I was able to turn back around looking like I had a legitimate reason to be coming back. Looking like I also had important meetings to attend and calls to take. At least this is what I imagine is the case.

The moral of the story is that men with really long beards should only be seen in natural habitats. Say, perhaps, an absinthe bar on Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Or maybe writing in their moleskine journals in the park on a bench on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Never should they be seen at work. Especially if the office where they work also houses a famous Republican news source in the same building. These bearded men don't wear suits, they wear plaid, and they have deadlines, dammit. Important deadlines. It's just a shame I couldn't get a picture.

Ugly Guys Need not Apply (Or: I'm SO Fabulous)

I just watched the first episode of season one of Catfish. For those who have never seen the show, it's about people who have had an online relationship with someone they've never met in person.

The girl in this episode, Sunny, thinks she's really in love with the model RJ King. I was aghast. I didn't watch the whole thing and it's because I just couldn't take it anymore.

I kind of felt bad for Sunny. But there's something so self-centered that I just can't get past it. What is the likelihood of a famous, wealthy person falling in love with some average girl over the internet?

What makes a girl like this so naive and convinced that this could happen to her? I'll bet he meets hundreds of women a day: models, actresses, stylists, personal trainers, and even normal girls. Would he really go online to find a woman? 

What made her feel that she really stood out enough to get the attention of this model? He's been in magazines, worked for huge brands, and traveled to places she's probably only dreamed of seeing (or never even heard of before).

Social media may actually bring us together in a way, but it also brings out some of our worst qualities. Narcissism has been cited heavily, but this type of behavior is probably also a side effect. Personally, I can barely tell whether a guy I went out with after meeting on a dating site likes me. Forget about believing that I'm actually dating a model. 

5 Moments That Make You Feel Like a New Yorker

Whether you've lived in NYC your whole life or you have been here for just a few years, here are 5 moments that will instantly make you feel like a New Yorker.

1. Almost getting hit by a car: My moment occurred in Brooklyn. I had right of way, a pizza delivery car turned down the street and almost hit me. He was on his phone and had a Russian accent. I for the first time shamelessly swore at someone with every bad word I could think of while kicking his car...and it came naturally.
2. Yelling out of a window for some reason: Maybe this is a Brooklyn thing, but when it's three in the morning and some idiot is standing outside your window and being loud for no reason, it's time to take matters into your own hands. Open the window and yell to your heart's content.
3. Getting stuck in the doors of a train as they close: Everyone hates when this happens, but you're truly a New Yorker when you're the one it's happening to. I for one and am not waiting 15 more minutes for another D train to come.
4. Eating an egg and cheese on a hard roll: Yours might also have bacon or sausage or both. But you got it on the corner deli (bodega) and it's probably accompanied by a coffee that has more sugar and cream in it than actual coffee.
5. Seeing a person you wish you could date: There's always that moment whether it's after you've been out drinking with your friends all night or you're on your way home from Whole Foods, that you see the person who looks like "The One." And usually, that person is across the platform going in the opposite direction from you.

Falling in Love With Google

A Google+ commercial came out not too long ago that made me stop and say "aww" because it was one of those cute little videos that you know never really happen in real life, but wish were true:

Google picked the right music and the right demographic for their ads. A lot of guys I know who saw this were a little angry at it, but overall it had a great effect. Well, Google has done it again, this time with a simple e-mail that turns into a complex message:

Once again, the music is right, the pictures and videos are perfect and there's a ton of romance behind this guy's request for coffee. I guess this happens in real life, but does it really happen in real life? 

I think the message is clearly that we should fall deeper in love with Google than we already are because we too can transform our lives with the help of Google. What do you think?

The End of Concert Going?

I was a music fan by the time I was six (more than likely before then), but I didn't get my very first CD until I was twelve. Before then (okay, and after) I would buy blank cassette tapes and record my favorite songs off the radio.

Throughout high school, I think I got to see one concert of my choice. I was never able to do that simply because my parents were too conservative and thought something might happen to me if I went.

That all changed once I was able to get my license (I didn't have it until I was nineteen), a car and work a semi-steady retail job. It was easy, you would look up the shows you wanted to see and buy a ticket. I think scalpers will always be around, but the equivalent of waiting until tickets are available online was waiting in line the night before.

Is that all over now? I think so. My friend actually sits on the computer prior to tickets going on sale and buys massive amounts for himself, friends and family members. Sometimes he has more than one computer going to ensure he gets them.


If you don't find out about a show in time, the place to go now is Ebay or Craigslist. I think this is all making concert going a lost activity. Sure, people go and venues get sold out, but there are still so many that get lost out in the cold and will never get to see their favorite artist play. They may even be their biggest fan!


It's pretty unfair. I guess there's no real way to make it fair, but when people get to buy pre-sale tickets and later charge people an exorbitant amount of money. It's already a pain paying almost as much in fees as the cost of tickets. I looked up a show that was $45 and the fees brought the cost to $83. Yes. Really. Almost the cost of the ticket.

So what's the deal? Is there a fairer way to do this? I say there should be. Especially for the fourteen-year-old sitting in his room buying all the albums and learning all the words. They should get to be the first to go.