"I'm so tired of repeating myself..."

...not really, but that's a Jamie Lidell lyric. And I am still in Jamie-Lidell-mode after seeing a fantastic performance tonight at the Bowery Ballroom. I'll sum it up with a list: neon blazer, soul/funk/jazz/rap/hip-hop/electronic music, freestyle dancing that included spins and kicks, band members jumping into the audience for a fifteen-minute jam session, a sax player wearing a dress + belt + high socks + loafers, lots of tambourines, audience members smoking pot, and an encore that included Jamie wearing a hollow TV set on his head. And keep in mind that this is all done by a British man. I'm thinking about moving to England after tonight...just kidding. He lives in Berlin-- and soon Paris-- anyway. But really. Go to Jamie Lidell's Myspace immediately.

Other than being wowed tonight, I bared the 96-degree heat (wtf, NY) with Tyler and *walked* from 14th to 42nd in Times Square. Then we spent the day at the Museum of Modern Art (my fave) b/c my dear friend Tyler works for a museum & thus can get me in for free ;) So I was thoroughly impressed by all the new art- except for a video of a naked chick hula hooping with barbed wire. for real. it was frightening. but everything else rocked my socks off.

So then Tyler & I did some reading at Barnes 'N Noble, & later I wandered around Chinatown/Little Italy/Soho before the concert to reacquaint myself with a few of my favorite neighborhoods.




the man himself, jamie lidell, with a tv on his head for the encore.
JAMIE LIDELL.

Little Italy.
at the MoMA.
four at once!
Cloud race.
Piccola Italia again.
A stroll through Chinatown.
from the MoMA


Tyler, me, & some crazy mirrors
Lost in the jungle?
a giant ice cream cone bean bag: modern art.