Friday Night in Williamsburg: The Hold Steady with Lilith on Night 3 of Massive Nights at the Brooklyn Bowl

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Wednesday Night in Williamsburg: The Hold Steady at Brooklyn Bowl

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Early Saturday Afternoon in Times Square: Zulu Wave and Upper West at CBGB Music Fesitval Free Concert

We generally try to avoid Times Square like dental plaque, especially on a summer Saturday afternoon when the area is swarming with tourists. Especially when the temperature is approaching 100 degrees.

But we got to Times Square at noon today (thanks, C train, for stopping at Delancey Street this weekend, making the trip from Williamsburg a lot easier) for the start of the free concert -- one of two today, the other at Rumsey Playfield in Central Park -- from the new CBGB Music Festival, which was in the news today for the stabbing at Webster Hall (making the violence at the McCarren Pool seem like kiddie's play).

We figured we'd stay for an hour or so, and though we knew we'd wilt before seeing The Hold Steady (whom we've seen in two free shows already), Superchunk, or Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, we were happy to get there when the audience was relatively sparse, by Times Square standards amazingly so, given that we could just walk up to the first row of either of the stages at 46th Street and 51st Street.

And we were not disappointed, getting to see two really fine bands we were unaware of: Zulu Wave from Tampa (yay!) at the south stage

and then Upper West from the West 70s and 80s (also home! yay!) at the north stage.

We were very hot, however, and after an hour, needing fluid and air conditioning, took the subway one stop to our office. Hey, we are old enough to have come to where the south stage was with our high school fellow-dramafag best bud to see Gwen Verdon in Sweet Charity at the Palace in 1966.

Things have changed. Before global warming, summer in the city was hot, but not this hot.

Someone there said, "I can't imagine anything less punk than what's going on here,"

but of course CBGB back in the 1970s was not just about punk; they had a surprisingly wide variety of interesting-sounding bands and solo acts.

In the fall of 1978, Another Chicago Magazine came out with a story of ours and a contributor's note that mentioned our playing "lead guitar with A Small Band of Zionist Hoodlums, which recently played CBGB."

Anyway, the south stage had bleachers, although they were basically less than half-full at 12:30 p.m. and a bunch of people standing in front of and beside the stage who probably didn't come to see the music festival. We had to make our way through a gauntlet of pesky people imploring us to go on sightseeing bus or into "comedy shows" or chain restaurants or crappy supposed tourist attractions.

We preferred the old Times Square, when it was sleazy and you could meet one of your best lifelong friends there when he was 19 years old and you were his somewhat older, um, client. Well, some people like the Disney version. This CBGB Festival technical guy was smiling broadly. We guess they were paying him overtime.

However, this is not to take away anything from Zulu Wave, who played a really wonderful set, as they did on Thursday night in Rock the Park Tampa, at Curtis Hixon Waterfront Park, to us a more pleasant and prettier venue than Times Square, right by the Hillsborough River and near the art museum. Sigh. We miss Florida.

If it's possible to be both serene and dynamic -- getting to Times Square with $665 (from a $500 goal) on Kickstarter, Zulu Fest accomplished that today, in what must have been a very surreal atmosphere. Michael Barrow's lyrics introduce subject matter that ranges from shape-shifting African monsters to opressive government regimes.

Tampa Bay Times wrote (last year, when the band had a somewhat different membership):

Zulu Wave is a cool name for a group from Tampa, but it fits in a way you might not expect — singer-guitarist Mike Barrow actually hails from Johannesburg, South Africa. The group — Barrow, bassist Stephanie Adamo, keyboardist Ariel Cortes and drummer Dan Sullivan — has a thoroughly modern and polished indie-rock sound that calls to mind anyone from Silversun Pickups to Arcade Fire to the Airborne Toxic Event. The group has a three-song EP at the moment, but is working on a full slate of material for a full-length, which could come in 2012.

Cortes is the only member who hails from Tampa. The rest were all in bands around the East Coast (and the world, in Barrow's case). The lineup solidified about six months ago, right as all the members moved to the Tampa Bay area. . ."It just all clicked," Adamo says.

Zulu West clicked today. We made our way up Broadway past the previously mentioned buskers as well as tables selling stuff and -- more happily -- some excellent food trucks. Because it was so hot and humid, it felt like more than four or five blocks till we got to the north stage.

Upper West is new wave hip-hop by Dougie (Doug Gleicher) and JFink (Jesse Finkelstein), two guys who look about 20 and who grew up on the Upper West Side and met each other in lower school at Collegiate("lower school" was what it was called when we went to Franklin School on West 89th Street for tenth grade - "upper school" - in 1965-66), and we liked what we heard from their first mixtape, West Side Stories, released about a year and a half ago. But then we're kinda sorta from there, too, only in the 1980s, living around the corner from Dougie's parents. We hope Upper West gets a bigger audience.

And they were playing the CBGB Music Festival in fucking Times Square, and they also performed at South by Southwest (SXSW) earlier this year.

Their set today was energetic -- not easy in the swelter. Huffington Post reviewed West Side Stories this way (in part):

Upper West's new mixtape has earned a slew of positive reviews, and the group already has over 7,500 "likes" on their Facebook page. With the tracks on the new release, the duo pays homage to their roots: "Grew up on 72nd / moved up to 87th ... Grew up on fields of grassy gravel down on Riverside" are a few of the opening lyrics to "West Side Story," the first of the nine songs.

Listeners of the mixtape may feel a bit of déjà entendu: several of the tracks have hooks from familiar songs playing beneath the rap lyrics. "What We Do," for instance, is an adaptation of Beirut's "Elephant Gun," and "Slow Down" is a new take on Death Cab's "Marching Band of Manhattan." Most creative, perhaps, is the fifth track on the mixtape, "Seasons," which is an adaptation of the song "Seasons of Love" from the musical Rent. And children of the 80s and 90s should be sure to catch the intro to the track "Pride" ("I see pride! I see power!"), which features a recording from the best movie about any Jamaican bobsled team ever created. (Yes, it is Cool Runnings).

Upper West's "Slow Down" [is] a sure-to-be hit off their new mixtape (go ahead and skip to 1:06 for our favorite part). They say they're not "just another frat rap / More dudes with tank tops and snapbacks" in "What We Do," but after watching the video from their earlier single "I Won't Grow Up" (second video below), we're ...not too sure about that. What is certain is the fact that these guys are talented and will be sure to win the hearts of female first-years across the country.

Anyway, though we left early rather than faint from the combination of heat exhaustion and old age, we are definitely grateful we got to see Zulu Wave and Upper West and caught at least a little of the CBGB Music Festival.

Sunday at the McCarren Park Pool: The Hold Steady

The boys are getting younger
And the bands are getting louder
And the new girls are coming up

We've just gotten back from the first McCarren Park Pool JellyNYC Sunday pool party of the season -- or at least from the last part of it. We'd attempted to get to the 2 p.m. opening, and the pool's just a few blocks up Lorimer Street from Dumbo Books HQ here in Williamsburg, but we got there on the dot and the pool hadn't opened and there was a long-ass line stretching up Lorimer to Driggs and halfway to Manhattan Avenue.

Dumbo Books don't wait on lines that long, especially when the sky's darkening fast and Zeus is starting to make himself known audibly, so we got on a B43 bus going down Graham Avenue to Metropolitan and got our aerobic workout for the week just dodging the afternoon deluge.

We headed back after yet another thunderstorm started to clear up around 5:45 p.m. and were approaching Richardson Street when we heard the announcement: "The Hold Steady!"

Since we'd enjoyed the group at Celebrate Brooklyn in Prospect Park last August (our brief take on that show was posted on our MySpace blog last year,) we were grateful we go there for their whole show although sorry we missed the earlier bands.

This is going to be the last year of the McCarren pool concerts, as the city is turning it back into a real-live pool. However, as we walked in, it was still drizzling and we noticed the southwest corner of the pool had a decent start since it was filled with about 2 inches of wet from the afternoon's substantial rains.

The pool was filled with the usual crowds -- since probably a tenth of the hipsters in attendance will either post about it on their blogs (see, e.g., Eric R. Danton's review) or throw up pics on Flickr (see, e.g., Jason Bergman), we'll confine our 57yo's perspective to stuff we know about, which ain't much.

Last year we wrote, "Craig Finn has more energy and idiosyncratic moves than just about any musician I've seen lately." He still does. From his pogo-stick jumping to his hand gestures, which always suggest that he's just remembered ten things he's gotta do immediately but can't figure out which to start with, Finn is a musical dynamo, and he's got great backup from his accomplished mates Tad Kubler, Franz Nicolay, Galen Polivka and Bobby Drake.

At the gate was a notice that the event was being taped for a documentary film so we smiled a lot. We probably would have anyway.

We walked around the pool and inside it, getting as close as we could without having to become a Beltone customer tomorrow. It was the same great scene as it's been for the last two years with the same kind of crowd. (As we crossed Bayard Street on our way over, we couldn't avoid noting that across Lorimer Street on the corner of Karl Fischer Row, some non-pool-party people had set up a speaker blasting music with Spanish lyrics. Not all of Williamsburg is represented at the pool.)

Some observations, take them for what they're worth (about ten Zimbabwean dollars): More cops this year, maybe. Less body art, maybe, but more of it is faux-amateurish, like stick figures and scrawled text. More food choices for us vegetarians and vegans, thanks to Two Boots, the same folks who cater Celebrate Brooklyn; if we're not mistaken, there was another outfit supplying fast food for carnivores the last few years. We never before saw heterosexual young couples making out by stepping on each other's feet repeatedly. And was Fuze so much in evidence before today?

Also, some middle-aged easy-to-spot tourists with their foreign kids were taking pictures and talking an indecipherable non-Indo-European language. Did the McCarren pool parties get mentioned in some trendy Old World guidebook? Were they Finns thinking the Hold Steady's lead singer was a countryman?

But some pool stuff was the same in '08. The shirtless headband boys were playing dodgeball on the southside; members of the swimsuit set were taking a flying leap into the waterslide on the northside by the VIP section just south of the stage. The cerulean Bud Light drinkie plastic bracelets looked familiar, as did some audience members' ironic T-shirts (heavy on industrial companies this time out).

The Hold Steady always (at least the two times I've seen them) put on a good show. As the Boston Herald wrote yesterday:

What makes Hold Steady leader Craig Finn so fascinating is that he’s both the Boss and the geek. Watching the 36-year-old careen violently around the stage at a packed Paradise on Thursday at a free show sponsored by Going.com and a beer company was like witnessing Screech turn in a pitch-perfect imitation of Joe Strummer.

It’s nuts to see. But for Hold Steady fans, it’s becoming less and less surprising.

For the past five years, the Hold Steady has been putting the finishing touches on its cocktail of bombastic, tight “Born to Run” rock and Johnny Thunder’s sloppy “Born Too Loose” punk.

We loved every minute until the band walked offstage at 6:53 p.m.

They came back for the encore four minutes later. Eager to avoid the caravan to the L train, after two songs we headed out under the archway, avoiding the puddles, thinking we're “gonna walk around and drink some more” (iced tea, in our case).

As we walked home down Lorimer Street (plug #3), we were just ahead of an all-in-black couple, the dissatisfied female of which went on a really loud rampage about the concert and we were subjected to a tirade of

What the fuck was that for three hours...The same three fucking chords...hasn't progressed since fucking Elvis...ooh, everyone saying, I'm sooo kewl...at least Morrisey's something to say, I may not agree with him, but he's got something to say...fuckit, this shit is the state of fucking rock and roll?

Us? We didn't look back.

Like the man (Mr. Finn) says, we gotta stay positive. Isn't life wonderful!

Thursday Night at the Prospect Park Bandshell: The Hold Steady

This appeared on Richard Grayson's MySpace blog on Friday, August 10, 2007:

Thursday Night at the Prospect Park Bandshell: The Hold Steady

It had been a while since I'd been to a show at the Prospect Park Bandshell. Celebrate Brooklyn! has been putting on these concerts for 29 summers now, and whenever I've spent the summer in the city, I've tried to go. I think the first time I went was in that summer of 1979, the last year I lived in Brooklyn with my family, the summer my first book came out, when Prospect Park and the bandshell were really funky and unsafe, and it seemed weird to go there at night. I can't remember who I saw, though I'm pretty sure it was a jazz band.

Last night the rain held off and I got to experience The Hold Steady. They were incredible. Craig Finn has more energy and idiosyncratic moves than just about any musician I've seen lately. The crowd was huge and very happy. It was a terrific experience.

I also liked the opening act, The Teenage Prayers, who were a bit quirky and fun.