Dieter Meier, known as the Godfather of techno pop along with collaborator Boris Blank, kept Le Poisson Rouge jumping Sunday night, though the uber polite Swiss obeyed the New York cabaret laws and didn't dance.
Yes, yes, I know -- spidermanspidermanspidermanspiderman. I'll get to it. But my favorite movies of the week, as usual, are the small ones. Let's start with Amma Asante's Belle, a Jane Austen-ish film based on a true story.
Nothing is quite like seeing a great gig. Something happens; a collective tingling of "Spidey-Senses" towards a moment in time that we, the select group of fans, experience together through live music that will never happen again (at least not in that exact form).
The young upstart blends a futuristic electronic sounds reminiscent of dubstep/bass music but shakes it up with a heavy dose of classical funk, soul, and jazz. His sound, which he would describe as "electro-soul" if a genre needs attached to it.
I probably won't be attending any music festivals in the near future, nor will I be experimenting with any fatal drugs. But I can't say that I'm not totally a fan of my grandparents humming the tune of Avicii's music when "Seek Bromance" comes on the radio.
Whenever I hear or see Restavrant the same thing always goes through my head: if the White Stripes can be one of the biggest bands in the world, these guys certainly deserve to make a living playing music.
New York is used to seeing rock and folk bands descend on the city for a variety of annual music festivals, but it's not used having some of the worlds most famous electronic DJ's in its realm, all at once.