By Peter Rittweger of My Social List
Seldom does a noted purveyor of alcohol-and-live music-fueled debauchery, such as myself, applaud those who choose to stay in on a weekend night. However, as I stood stage right at 285 Kent on Saturday night, eagerly anticipating another high-energy set from Parquet Courts, I felt a vague tinge of jealousy for those who traded in their Metrocards and cheap whiskey for fuzzy slippers and, most importantly, a good set of headphones. My Bloody Valentine's new record, m.b.v., I had learned, was going to be released sometime that evening, and I would be nowhere near a computer to partake in the shared global bliss of the record"s first spin. La Big Vic offered a preview of the album, playing the record over the warehouse venue's PA as they set up, but it wouldn't be until the following morning that I had the opportunity to fully immerse myself in its textured glory.
Is this a cautionary tale? Should we all just stay in on the off chance something amazing is going to happen on the Internet? NO WAY. Read on and you'll see why.