who is Bob Lefsetz?

I blame this thread for getting the non-word "pubanescence" stuck in my head

well now i have a puberty-themed version of 'bring me to life' in MY head so who's gagging now

(spoiler: both of us)

"Pubanescence" is my favorite Beach Boys song.

Maura: way ahead of you on that one ;_;

I thought Pubanescence was a goth-pop cover band.

Bring Me to Pubes

call me when you're pubescent

Lefsetz having a Puban missile crisis

I'm trying to decide if katherine just ruined Carly Rae Jeppson or Blondie for me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_RrA-R5VHQs

I had completely forgotten about that song

oh now I ruined CRRJ and Blondie for myself though ;_;

I blame this thread for getting the non-word "pubanescence" stuck in my head

― stacked as fuck & imposing (DJP), Tuesday, September 16, 2014 1:16 PM (2 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

jesus christ

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9f/Reel2reel.jpg

http://amandapalmer.net/blog/lessons-of-the-dead-re-printed-from-the-lefsetz/

The free music, the tape trading? That’s been overstated. Most Dead fans had never heard a live cassette.

really.

How successful would ecstasy be at $125 a hit. Imagine if a puff of marijuana cost $75. You’d still want to get high. But it would be a rare event, and you’d expect to see skyrockets, you’d expect to have the time of your life. Ergo all the dancing and pyrotechnics on today’s stages.

The Dead weren’t selling hits. They seemed unable to write one.

touch of grey was a top 10 hit

sorry I don't meant to derail but

she waited outside in the hot british sun for two hours, eating my prop-stash of evelyn evelyn twix bars while i threw myself on the mercy of the american embassy and got a temporary passport.

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Palmer and Lefsetz - "Talking TUNEZ" coming to NPR next fall

eating my prop-stash of evelyn evelyn twix bars

^is this some kinda beatnik jive what does this even mean?

touch of grey was a top 10 hit

― rap steve (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Tuesday, September 16, 2014 1:03 PM (16 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

come on, dude

She did a side project called Evelyn Evelyn where she and some dude I can't remember pretended to be conjoined twins

One of the merchandise items for this side project, according to that sentence, is rebranded Twix bars

I mean, even as a joke that us ugggggggh but I am about 80% certain she actually bought Twix bars with Evelyn Evelyn branding on them to sell at her show

how do you know this stuff

I DON'T KNOW

Promotional alternate candy-bar branding is to the 2010s what a Garcia solo was to the 1960s, man.

*side eyes DJP*
very suspect my friend... tell me... is that... A FEDORA ON YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW

#NotAllFedoras

This is truly choice

https://twitter.com/deadmau5/status/512739733089181697

well that settles that.

I had no idea that he had reach with anyone under 50.

lol

bene-fecal

Please tell me his Pitbull review is satire and he really knows that there was music besides cliched long-haired baby boom classic rock, and that people have been dancing to music since like forever....Maybe this is just a letter to himself

It was a party.

The classic rock era was passive. Today's music scene is participatory!

People have become stars in their own lives, utilizing their mobiles to post to Instagram, everybody believes he's famous, is it any wonder today's music reflects this?

We used to adulate the acts, now we adulate ourselves.

And this is very hard for the oldsters to understand.

Pitbull came from nothing. And so many of today's concertgoers don't have much. What else to do but dance? While you're plotting your ascension up the economic ladder.

You would have cracked up. The show began with a scroll of text akin to "Star Wars," detailing Pitbull's rise from the depths. And then the man elevated from the floor and from there on the energy sustained, the audience was happy, it was everything yesterday was not.

Pitbull flashed pictures of a private jet on the big screen. As if your goal in life was to have a NetJet account. He was the ringmaster, and you can sit at home and judge it, but it was so much fun!

Usually it takes five or seven minutes and then I'm bored. I've seen it. They're playing music I'm barely familiar with with lyrics I can't comprehend and I stand there wondering how long it's gonna be to the end. But in this case the show was a pleasure. I enjoyed it.

As did those in attendance.

It also didn't look like a classic rock crowd. Everyone said it was 60% female, but when I went out for a pee, in between acts, when the deejay kept most people entertained, I encountered nothing but women, dressed in their finery. You didn't come to this show in your duds, you put on your look. Was it a Latino thing? Christy Haubegger, my firsthand expert, told me that's what her people did. But not to snare a man, but to show how fine they were. Yes, there were endless lines of women with no guys in sight, prancing as if they were in one of those MTV videos.

And Pitbull had six dancers, constantly changing outfits, akin to those girls you hire at your wedding or bar mitzvah, but it did resemble a rap video of the nineties. Only in this case Pitbull wasn't being exclusive, but inclusive. It wasn't about drawing a line between performer and audience but keeping them connected.

And sure, he played his hits. Duetting with Kesha on "Timber," who appeared on the big screen, as did other famous personages.

And interspersed were famous rock songs, like "Sweet Child O' Mine," it cracked me up, this wasn't a concert as much as an event.

But Ne-Yo did show up in the flesh, to sing "Give Me Everything" with Pit. The worldwide hit produced by Afrojack.

And there you have it.

While you've been home practicing your guitar, writing dreary songs about love lost, the genres have merged. They rap in country, and this huge hit would play just great at Electric Daisy.

And in the Sahara Tent.

Yup, instead of a deejay, there could be a live performer at these shows, and then everything you thought you know would be history.

It's a brand new world out there. One the young people have only known.

Sitting in the audience passively watching longhairs strum their tales is now passe. Sure, it still exists, who knows, it could come back, but our entire scene has flipped upside down, it's about having fun in our brutal culture that venerates winners and excludes losers and today's young people know this and have decided they're going to climb the ladder, because being at the bottom is anathema.

Pitbull's just the cheerleader.

With worldwide hits with worldwide sounds.

Wake up to the new world, it's not going anywhere, it's not a fad. Everybody knows these hits and sings and dances along to them, whether they be white, Latino or black. Society has moved on. Warner Brothers might have been the icon of the seventies, but today it's not about your soul but your bank account, and to deny this is to exclude yourself.

So join the festivities, have fun, dance while you're plotting your ascension, to get your mind off reality, to escape the punishing life fostered by baby boomers who claimed to love one another, but turned out to be the greediest souls on the planet.

Their children know this. And have decided to party like it's 1999.

And there's nothing wrong with that.

This guy writes. So many sentence fragments. For dramatic effect.

and there's nothing wrong. with that.

Yes, Lefsetz, dressing well is a Latino thing.

Everyone said it was 60% female, but when I went out for a pee, in between acts, when the deejay kept most people entertained, I encountered nothing but women, dressed in their finery. You didn't come to this show in your duds, you put on your look. Was it a Latino thing? Christy Haubegger, my firsthand expert, told me that's what her people did. But not to snare a man, but to show how fine they were. Yes, there were endless lines of women with no guys in sight, prancing as if they were in one of those MTV videos.

Bob Lefsetz, embedded reporter in the Latino experience

oh good another sea-of-women setpiece

He can really be creepy. Not to mention clueless--Clearly, growing up in Connecticut he never ventured out of his rock world to see and dance to James Brown or a Fania salsa show...

hahaha this is basically evolving into an "Old Guy Goes Around Getting Boners At Pop Music Concerts" travelogue blog

of course they're not trying to snare a man, they're not an endless sea of barely pubescent girls

What does his girlfriend Felice Mancini, who he sometimes mentions, think about these lines?

This guy make DeRo seem like The Dean (or pick your critic exemplar).

we pick on dero a lot but he's a competent writer that is generally writing about music and albums and concerts that are occurring not insane flights of fantasy and senile "hip and with it" technoramblings of an insane rich eagles fan

"one of those MTV videos"

and at least DeRo is one of the few people out there still trying to keep R Kelly's misdeeds on people's minds.

indirectly, so is Lefsetz

lol

R Kelly's misdeeds on people's minds

he didn't pee on anybody's brain, dude

omg