One of my favorite records for a rainy afternoon: Joe Henderson’s Inner Urge. A saxophonist with a tone to match John Coltrane’s, he pulled drummer Elvin Jones and pianist McCoy Tyner from Trane’s hallowed Classic Quartet for the Urge sessions. Beautiful, especially on the hi-fi with the shush of the rain providing a little background hiss.
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The Secret Place
A little over a year ago, we took Mister Saturday Night to Market Hotel, our home for the bulk of last fall, winter and spring. Next Saturday we’re introducing a space that we hope will become our new home, a place that’s got all the charm of Market Hotel with nicer (and more plentiful) bathrooms. There’s hardwood flooring, an outdoor terrace, a bunch of big windows and an address around the corner from an easily accessible train station.
For our inaugural Mister Saturday Night there, Eamon and Justin will share time with Keith Worthy, a man whose Aesthetic Audio imprint has released ten very deep records over the past three years. It should also be noted that he’s from Detroit.
As for party logistics, we’re returning to our old trick of offering up beers on the house for the first hour of the party, but if you can’t get there early, don’t worry. We won’t break the bank. To find out the location of our new space, sign up for our email list in the upper-right corner of the blog, and you’ll get the venue details next Friday.
Escort Tonight
Tomorrow we’re spreading out for a good long set, but tonight we’re getting the juices flowing, throwing down a few records in support of Escort at Highline Ballroom. (Recognize the lovely lady in the front there? That’s Adeline, who’s manned the bar at many a Mister Saturday Night Loft Party.)
Their new track, the first they’ve released in over three years, is down below. And because we had such a nice response to yesterday’s giveaway, we’re doing another one today. Email ask -at- mistersaturdaynight -dot- com by 3pm today with ‘Mister Escort’ in the subject, and you’ll be entered for a chance to win a pair of tickets to tonight’s show. Whether you win or not, we hope to see you out.
Efdemin On The Way To Chicago and a Giveaway
This weekend we get back into the swing of things after our trip to London, hosting a Mister Saturday Night Loft Party in a secret space in Brooklyn.
Our special guest is a Berliner named Phillip Sollmann, who releases records on the Dial imprint under the name Efdemin. His most recent album is called Chicago, and it just so happens that he sent us the answers to the questions below in the Berlin airport, waiting to board a plane to the Windy City for the very first time.
Before we get to that, though, it’s time for a freebie. We’re giving away a pair of tickets for this weekend’s MSN Loft Party! All you have to do to get them is drop a line with the subject ‘Loft Party Giveaway’ to ask -at- mistersaturdaynight -dot- com. You’ll be signed up for our email list and entered into the drawing. We’ll randomly choose someone tomorrow morning, so you’ve got time to hip your friends to it – just make sure they bring you if they win.
Now on with the interview.
Mister Saturday Night: Based on some mixes we’ve heard, and from other interviews we’ve read with you, it’s clear that you are interested in music that spans much farther than house and techno. You even have a history with the cello and have worked in live bands where you’re singing, but what you are known for is dance music. It’s a predicament that a lot of creative people find themselves in: their interests and outputs are vast, but they’re known for one subset of those things. How do you feel about how you’re defined? How does it affect what you do? Continue reading “Efdemin On The Way To Chicago and a Giveaway”
Dreams Coming True Tonight
When I was 13, I listened mostly to the radio. Entering the eighth grade, I became friends with a group of kids whose older brothers were going to UNC Chapel Hill, a beacon of indie rock then and now. Because of the college town’s stalwart venue Cat’s Cradle and labels like Merge, kids leaving little towns in the south like mine could get exposed to high-quality music and in turn send it back home for the younger ears to feed on.
Pavement was the first thing to catch my ear in those roundabout dispatches, my main entry point to indie rock and non-commercial music in general. Their music was immediately accessible, full of hooks but with a spirit that wasn’t definable. I spent the next six years memorizing their absurd lyrics and trying, unsuccessfully to see them live, unbelievably bummed when I found out (as an intern at their home label, Matador Records, no less) that they were breaking up. I’d missed my chance to see my favorite band live.
But now, more than ten years later, I’ve got tickets in hand to go and see them with Eamon and our friend and MSN blog writer Eli Dvorkin tonight in Central Park, and from all reports they’re as good as they ever were back then. If you don’t have tickets, it’s beyond easy to get one even though they’re sold out. People were supposedly selling them outside the venue for half of face value, and they’re up on Craigslist for super cheap. And if you can’t go tonight, fear not! They’re playing tomorrow and Friday.
picture from last night’s show via Brooklyn Vegan