Another Super bowl has come and gone with the Giants taking Lombardi home. Going off of last year’s record breaking notch of 111 million viewers, and America’s “just keep gettin’ better” mentality, it’s likely that an astronomical number of people sat down and tuned in last night. At least they better have. Advertisers were charged 
Call Larry Gagosian You belong in museums —Jay-Z, “That’s My B**ch” Jay-Z dreams of collapsing the class and race divisions reflected in high art and pop art hierarchies. Reverse the title of Kanye West & Jay-Z’s love song from their Watch the Throne album (“That’s My B**ch”) with that of the Gagosian’s Picasso retrospective (L’amour 
The invite was black and red. It had been delivered by hand that day. “I apologize,” the RSVP said. “No guests allowed.” Meaning no plus ones. Meaning that the next part, instructing me to be at the WESC store in Soho at 10 p.m. sharp, where “you will be blindfolded and taken to the party location,” 
It was about this time last year that the Goth phase began its renaissance. The once colorful city of Manhattan took on a dark suiting of black. It was drapey. It was moody. It led to a ton of unfortunate “synth-wave.” Siouxsie and the Banshees’ “Dazzle,” headlining a number of fashion industry friendly shows, definitely had something to do 
Young Heel is a young band, with a lot of promise. Having started a couple of years ago as a one man set, by Clay Bassford, the band expanded from one to four, first adding JT Norton on vocals, then Matt Arbeiter on drums and finally Pete Smith on guitar. Their mellow electro songs are comparable to New 
“Monday, Monday,” by The Mamas & The Papas: Ahhh…. It’s Monday morning. The sky is blue. It’s the beginning of the week. Your emotional state is analogous to fresh laundry. You feel Downy soft and lovely. Work is work, how could you possibly feel anything but mellow love on this Indian summer day? “Baby I Love 
Cloud Nothings came to fruition in Dylan Baldi’s basement in 2009. Dylan sang. Dylan played the guitar. He played the drums, did the backing, pretty much everything. With the success of his first compilation Turning On, it became clear to Baldi that a band would be necessary on the road. Two years later, with three new 
So last week we took a look at the worst cover songs ever. What’d we learn? Well, if you’re in a pop-punk band it’s likely you should not be allowed to record music. Of any kind. Cover or not. Seriously, you guys need to drink some more vodka and go up to that pink girly 
“It’s like going to church,” the music critic said. “It’s sold out. I want to die,” the hostess said. “Can you get me a ticket? I’ll do anything,” the brown-haired girl said. All three were talking about Girls, the all-boy rock band that played to a sold-out crowd at Terminal 5, with their back-up singers and 
Amalie Bruun has been on the NYC music scene long enough to know the ins, the outs and the in-betweens. She’s transitioned through the “it hip bands” of the moment, only to find band members who weren’t thinking long term or didn’t take it seriously. She’s been in between the tenements, worked the in-between jobs, 
