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CMJ Party 10/16 feat. Heliotropes, Leda, Beach Day, Backwords, The Suzan, Easy Lover
presented by Permanent Wave, Greenpointers, and Campers’ Rule Records
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Things are pretty weird right now. I should be on week three of living at the apartment I put money on in August. Instead, I’m still sharing a futon in the living room of my old apartment and looking for THREE roommates for the new place we put money on (message me if you’re interested). So that all sucks a lot.
On the other hand, I just visited the beautiful Bard campus and played a show there, tomorrow night I’m DJing the bar at Sleep No More (details here), and this Saturday is the sequel to our insane Robyn party.
Thanks to everyone who has supported us through this so far, hopefully this will eventually result in the best housewarming party ever.
If you have any leads on sublets/are going on vacation/know easy places to break in LET ME KNOW. THANK YOU.
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Sometimes you’re just trying to move into your rad new apartment with old and new friends, two of whom just moved here for the first time, and you have to accept that no, that isn’t going to happen today, the first day of your lease, because when you get to your conveniently located new loft in its cool building, you realize that you can’t actually move in. The promised renovations are only half complete: they put in windows, but didn’t finish them, the floor is covered in dust and dirt, there are exposed wires everywhere, there are gaps in your new counter where the refrigerator and oven are supposed to be, and there’s a stepladder sitting in your living room, a half empty bottle of Poland Spring sitting on top. This is a difficult realization to come to.
At my “old” apartment (which is I guess, my current apartment), this situation isn’t much more manageable. My friend from California and I are staying in my now almost-empty room, my new roommate will be staying in my living room, my old roommates Liza and Tara are sharing Liza’s room with both of their boyfriends, and a confused German just moved into the room that used to belong to my friend Dilek. I feel pretty bad for the new guy. Contextless, my apartment could definitely qualify for Hoarders right now. Tara’s stuff, which will eventually be moved into my room (whenever I can actually move out) has been occupying my living room for weeks, and the rest of our shit (sitting downstairs in a Uhaul we packed carefully earlier today) will soon be somehow squeezed into the rest of it. I tried to explain this situation to the German, but I think most of it was lost. He just asked me where he could get some food.
It could be worse - the story of my first NYC apartment ended with learning my bedroom was illegal and possibly contained carbon monoxide, my landlord threatening among other things to kill my roommate’s dog, and a woman named “Noodles” moving into our basement common area (outside my bedroom) against our will. This is, comparatively, pretty ok.
But can’t help but put myself in my new-New Yorker friends’ shoes. This must seem totally insane to them, a totally reasonable reaction to the situation. So it’s a little strange to find myself assuring them - no, this is normal, it could be worse. Of course our landlord, who we haven’t met, lied to us, of course the broker lied to us, of course we’ll have to fight to get the things we were initially promised. It’s a little sad how much of this is a given, and I can imagine wondering if living here is really worth that.
Last night I played with my band at a venue I’ve seen some of my favorite shows of all time at. A year ago, I wasn’t in a band. Two years ago, I was sitting in California, depressed, collaging old music magazines into letters that still line my ceiling: YOUR LOVE ISN’T LOST. Soon, I’ll carefully remove those letter from my wall and, once again, put them up somewhere new.
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Allo Darlin’ - The Polaroid Song
Today I’m both playing my first real Bowery Presents show, opening for Julia Holter, something I found out two days ago, and spending my last night in the apartment I’ve lived in for the last year and four months. It feels weird.
There’s a lot that’s changing. I’m moving in with my best friend in NYC and one of my best friends from high school and in the next two months three other good friends are moving here. I went down to part time at my job, and I guess stuff with my band is going pretty well. I still don’t want to take my posters off my walls.
When I moved from my last apartment, I was mostly relieved, but it was a period of great transition for me too - I had just ended a relationship and was starting a job. But somehow, this transition feels even bigger and scarier, and, strangely, I feel optimistic.
The President probably wasn’t told about the shooting, about eight hours earlier, of Ronald Wallace, Jr., in Brooklyn. He was thirteen years old and killed for no reason that his family can discern, they say, going to the store. The Empire State Building may be more visible, but both incidents, and the too many others this summer, point to some truths about guns in America: they escalate situations, whether workplace disputes or a angry man lashing out; they can be highly indiscriminate in the damage they do; and they are everywhere.
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As you may have heard, we had a pretty epic Robyn themed party last weekend. We’re doing another one soon - this time it’s a little darker. The title is THIS PARTY KILLED YOU: ROBYN RESURRECTED. Are you my friend, or do you want to cover it for your publication? Send me yr email and I’ll make sure you get in.
HEY. YOU. DO YOU LOVE SOCIAL MEDIA, THE INTERNET, AND CULTURE? DO YOU LIVE IN NYC? DO YOU WANT TO WORK IN ONE OF THE COOLEST OFFICES EVER? FUCK YES YOU DO!!!!!
We’re looking once again for TOTALLY INCREDIBLE social media interns to work in our NYC HQ! If you think you’ve got what it takes, send us a cover letter & resume to Sophie@Flavorpill.com. GOOD LUCK!
HIT ME UP, YO.
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