Jai Lennard is a photographer based in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. But more than that, he’s a prime raconteur. A connoisseur of sexual identity, one might say. There’s an ease to him that is non-threatening, no matter the conversation point, which makes it easy for him to plop himself down with a stranger and go from, “Hey, what’s 
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, 
They live together. They tour together. They write music together. Cults’ Madeline Follin and Brian Oblivion have the makings of soul mates, and the following of cult leaders. The band began with the onset of adult life approaching. With unemployment at a staggering rate, and no interest in a bar tending/barista job, Oblivion and Follin started writing 
Lifetime opens its floodgate doors, and out rushes another hit into the glorious field of Cablevision. Rob Lowe has been on a roll these past few years. Since his 1988 sex tape debacle, (“She was underage? Whaaaa?”) he has managed to regenerate his career time and time again. Starring in The West Wing. Yucking it up 
New bands sprout up in New York, likes weeds through the cracked cement. They grow out, gnashing their lo-fi fangs, strangling their nemeses: bands who genuinely think about their lyrics. Musicians who know how to play the guitar beyond a screeching fuzz of feedback and thick fingers. Bands that want to perform for you, the audience, and not 
