Yes. That’s right. The music punk rock babies fall asleep to at night. From 1977 to 2009 these bands have epitomized the yelling, screaming, death to disco noise only a monster could love. And the best part? You get to listen to it - as loud as you want. CLICK THE LINKS TO ROCK YOUR SOCKS OFF!!!

Communist Radio by The Eat (USA 1979)

Out of Vogue by Middle Class (USA 1978)

Not Now, No Way by Pagans (USA 1979)

Stamp Out Disco by Razar (Australia 1978)

Immortals by The Dots (USA 1979)

Zen and the Art of Breaking Everything in This Room by The World/Inferno Friendship Society (USA 2002)

Give it Up by Tyvek (USA 2008)

500 Channels by Choking Victim (USA 1999)

Big Brother by Dodgeball (USA 1994)

* by Lee M and Dylan P (USA 2009)

Want more???? Read the Issue!!! Bring the earplugs.

Last month we were invited to the Fendi book launch party for John Baldessari: A Catalogue Raisonne of Prints and Multiples, 1971-2007- a stunning collection of the conceptual artist’s work from the last four decades. Of course, Fendi and Co through one hell of a party, with plenty of champagne, an other worldly performance by the amazing rock-jazz pianist ELEW (Eric Lewis), and enough beautiful clothes and beautiful people to last until the new year. The author, Sharon Coplan Hurowitz (a private art consultant), has been on our radar ever since New York Magazine featured her ridiculously modern, colorful, and oh-so-cool rental apartment back in 2007. The main event, of course, was the book’s artwork. Sandwiched between leather Fendi bags and fur coats were beautiful copies of some of Baldessari’s works featured in the catalogue raisonne - print work that is both remarkably contemporary and fantastically absurd. Who could ask for anything more?

This past Saturday, Bushwick’s (that little nabe that could) newest talked about address “Castle Braid”, held the first annual MBP Urban Arts Fest. The event featured live graffiti artists, an array of galleries featuring sculptures and painters, free beer, skate demos, DJs, as well as booths to purchase the work, and honestly, is there anything better than all those things combined?. Castle Braid, located on the corner of Troutman at Evergreen, is the new, shiny home to artists including graphic designers, filmmakers, photographers, and musicians. The building is bursting at its seams with both hipsters and amenities for the ultra cool res. With a fully functional multi-media room, screening rooms, a large gym, practice/ rehearsal studios, and a yoga room, it leaves you asking when you would ever need to leave. You can visit the calendar at http://www.castlebraid.com for future events and get your ass to Brooklyn to che-che-check it out!

(R.teal)

When Rufus Thomas was “Walking the Dog” in 1963, musician and outsider artist Daniel Johnston was busy “Walking the Cow” 20 years later.

In the ‘90s, a slew of Kurt Cobain photographs were taken of him wearing a shirt with the image from Johnston’s Hi, How Are You? album cover. Since then, Johnston’s two-track, bipolar, lo-fi, manic depressive songwriting has been the stuff of wanting-to-impress-your-friends-with-obscure-music-by-putting-a-song-on-a-mixtape dreams. Guilty.

But dreams are for sleeping. In 2005, Jeff Feuerzeig’s documentary, “The Devil and Daniel Johnston,” premiered at Sundance and had many indie-band-shirt-wearing music junkies rethink their track lists.

Today, Johnston has teamed up with Dr. Fun Fun and Smashing Studios and created an iPhone game based off of Johnston’s froggy alien guy from the cover of the aforementioned album. The game is set to his original music and art and is, apparently, much like Frogger. Sorry, guys.

Preview the game on YouTube!

If you know me at all, chances are you are well aware that: 1. Zach Galifianakis is one of my all time favorite comedians (“Live at the Purple Onion” being one of the funniest things you will ever see), and 2. Jason Schwartzman is the love of my life and by far the sexiest Coppola. So when my sister told me that these two Mediterranean men were starring in a new HBO series, I lost my shit, mentally readied myself for some possible and classic HBO series nudity, and set a calendar alarm for September 20^th at 9:30pm for the series premiere.

In the spirit of the internet and iTunes, HBO released the pilot at least a week earlier than the air date. Emotionally, mentally, and sexually prepared, I watched the first episode on my QuickTime player—ice water in hand—and was sorely indifferent.

“Bored to Death” centers around a recently heartbroken and writer’s-blocked Jonathan Ames (the actual name of the show’s creator and producer) played by Schwartzman who posts an unlicensed “Private Detective for Hire” ad on Craigslsit to live out his film noir/pulp fiction detective fantasies in wake of failing to produce a second novel. Galifianakis is his cartoonist friend, Ted Danson is his boss, there’s some dialogue, Galifianakis is slightly funny but not the Galifianakis I know, Schwartzman plays himself again, it takes place in New York… I admit it’s common for a new series to start out slow, so I’m hoping over time it will pick up because when you break it down, it sounds fantastic.

There were some positives that I will note: the theme song is performed by Schwartzman (of his solo project: Coconut Records) who plays a sensitive and “self-hating Jew”, there are some witty remarks, an aversion to babies en masse, Danson resembles a clean-shaven suit-clad pot-smoking white wizard, good soundtrack, Parker Posey is in two tentative episodes, and the white wine references are funny.

All in all, I had to watch the episode twice in order to like it, but that’s okay. Here’s to future initially funny episodes and some mild Schwartzkis (get it?) nudity. Cheers!

Official HBO site

Watch the first episode on iTunes for free

It’s September 11th and the weather outside, like our health-care system, is a dark, damp and frightful mess. But despite all the sadness and gloomy temperatures, it’s fashion week here in New York City! And, on day 2 of this momentous week, The September Issue graces us with its illustrious entrance into this weekend’s national box office. Instead of volunteering or doing something equally meaningful to commemorate 9/11, I’m doing my part to keep fashion glossies everywhere alive by pledging my $12 to Landmark Cinemas on Houston Street in NYC to view Vogue sensations Anna Wintour, ALT and Grace Coddington in all of her krazy kat lady glory give birth to an issue that broke advertising records but delivered less than spectacular content.

But it was yesterday at Micheal Angel at the Bryant Park tents that I noticed the Jainous-ness himself Derek Blasberg sitting front row.

He’s the new playboy on the scene and a contributing writer to Vogue. He probably pees on girls for kicks and giggles but I digress.

Micheal Angel collection for SS10 was pure polish. Colorful florals on dark silks and sheers with shiny geometric embellishments on some pieces. All the dress reached far above the knee which gave the collection a sense of optimism. Hairstylist Thomas Dunkin coiffed the “perfect pony”, complimenting the lovely looks of the collection without overshadowing them.

Backstage at the show, just minutes before “first looks”, Dunkin graciously spoke to me, showing me how he “ponys” with the help of Sebastian Professional and a blowdryer. Using Sebastian products Microweb Fiber (an elastic texturizer for mallable, touchable texture) Thickefy Foam (thickener for natural volume), Halo Mist and Shine Define sprays, Dunkin tied the hair just below the eyes to create an elegant pony tail.

Finally, French speciality boutique Merci pops-up in New York City this season courtesy of The Gap. Merci Gap concept store will be open through October 5 so faire vite and allez vous-en! 680 Fifth Ave., at 54th St.; 212-977-7023.

I’ve been hearing a lot about this lately and it makes all kinds of sense because it is fucking brilliant.

Soul suckin’ Scientologist, Beck has come up with an idea akin to themed parties, secret societies, and book clubs—except his is more mind-blowing. His latest project, Record Club, is an off the cuff collection of covers, of complete albums, recorded in one day, with one track released each week, by a rotating list of talent (Nigel Godrich, Joey Waronker, Brian Lebarton, Bram Inscore, Yo, Giovanni Ribisi [brother of wife Marissa], Chris Holmes, and himself included), purely for kicks.

First order of business, the championship Velvet Underground & Nico.

Listen AND watch.

You can also read an in depth interview about the project on Pitchfork.

In the aforementioned interview, Beck makes casual mention of a proposed but unrealized edition of an Ace of Base record that would have featured MGMT, Devendra Banhart, and the guy from Wolfmother. The idea alone makes me want to projectile vomit out of hypothetical anticipation.