For those of you who read this site and live in New York City, you stupid fuckers dropped a big, heavy ball on both of your feet by missing the Ham1/Liz Durrett show last night. Watching Jim Willingham and the crew rock out was like experiencing the thrill of Elephant Six in its heyday, when Neutral Milk Hotel, Elf Power, and Of Montreal played electrifying shows together and smeared big shiteating grins on the faces of everyone in the audience. It was a truly life-affirming spectacle, but more than anything it just straight-up rocked. I'm very, very, very disappointed that they won't be playing a Ham1 set tonight, but I still highly recommend checking out Liz Durrett at The Living Room at 9pm. Her voice is breathtaking, but she has the melodies and lyrics to back it up.
But before that, you have an appointment at the Anthology Film Archives at 6:30. I will say this as politely as possible: while you are an absolute idiot for missing Ham1 last night, if you don't attend the final screening of MAIDSTONE as part of the Norman Mailer retrospective, you should probably just give up right now. Give up writing, give up reading, give up watching, give up listening, give up everything. Seriously. Give up.