Got all excited to see some Yo Law Tanger in here. Them playing with Portastatic almost 2 years ago was among the best shows I've seen. The full room was so quiet during "Nowhere Near" that you could hear the fans, blowing.
i believe they still do a weeklong "Hanukkah Fest" every year at Maxwell's.
About 15 years ago, my former sister-in-law had an art show there, which i went up to see. She had a band playing, don't remember their name, but it was an interesting mix of pre-Williamsburg bohos and locals for whom Maxwell's was still the neighborhood bar. One guy at the bar caught my eye because he was, i swear to god, an absolute drop dead ringer for James Dean,as he might have looked had he lived to be 50. I mean, it was eerie. I actually considered the possibility that he had faked his death and retired to live out his days in relative obscurity in Hoboken as a projectionist at a second run porn theater or something.
Those of us there for the show who were older than, say, 30 or 35 all reacted the same way. Double takes, long glances over the shoulder, thinking to ourselves, "should i go say hi to this guy and say something about it? No, he probably gets that so often i'm liable to end up with a beer in my face." But we mentioned it to each other the whole night. The youngsters in attendance, and there were quite a few kids in their early 20s, had no idea who James Dean was.
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Got all excited to see some Yo Law Tanger in here. Them playing with Portastatic almost 2 years ago was among the best shows I've seen. The full room was so quiet during "Nowhere Near" that you could hear the fans, blowing.
By Allen, at 7:08 PM
No doubt they would play at Maxwell's in Hoboken.
By KeepDurhamDifferent!, at 6:45 AM
i believe they still do a weeklong "Hanukkah Fest" every year at Maxwell's.
About 15 years ago, my former sister-in-law had an art show there, which i went up to see. She had a band playing, don't remember their name, but it was an interesting mix of pre-Williamsburg bohos and locals for whom Maxwell's was still the neighborhood bar. One guy at the bar caught my eye because he was, i swear to god, an absolute drop dead ringer for James Dean,as he might have looked had he lived to be 50. I mean, it was eerie. I actually considered the possibility that he had faked his death and retired to live out his days in relative obscurity in Hoboken as a projectionist at a second run porn theater or something.
Those of us there for the show who were older than, say, 30 or 35 all reacted the same way. Double takes, long glances over the shoulder, thinking to ourselves, "should i go say hi to this guy and say something about it? No, he probably gets that so often i'm liable to end up with a beer in my face." But we mentioned it to each other the whole night. The youngsters in attendance, and there were quite a few kids in their early 20s, had no idea who James Dean was.
By Barry, at 9:57 AM
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