Meet Me In The Bathroom - Please Kill Me but if Iggy was Julian Casablancas

do u think they meant it

When I interviewed Gilla Band recently, their guitarist Al said their earlier incarnation was indebted to Strokes, and that Arctic Monkeys had "a real fucking chokehold on our generation". Obvs they sound nothing like the Strokes or the Arctic Monkeys.

i have opinions abt the word influence btw

It's definitely debatable

I prefer the word exfluence.

Or effluence even.

Meet me in the bathroom indeed.

LCD soundsystem got a bunch of headlining gigs at festivals around the world too but i don't think ppl really care about them like that.

Strictly anecdotal, but LCD is the only band out of this scene with any currency at all among my son and his friends. Not sure they’ve even heard of, like, Interpol, and if they know the Strokes it’s only as a vague bit of history.

And coincidence or not, LCD *did* kind of anchor a scene, or sub-scene. At least that what DFA felt like to me. You could have "DFA night" (or whatever) at a club, or do a DFA tour. Most of the other acts around there then were just typical major label beneficiaries. We know about them and they got successful because they were highly, highly promoted and publicized, something that for obvious reasons just doesn't happen as much anymore.

Am I the only one who even hates the title of this?

In a way I think the title is apt, because it suggests the superficiality and self-conscious scenesterism of people very impressed with themselves for doing cocaine, the dumbest drug.

and Cheap Sex.

Yeah. Like, in Please Kill Me, the sex and the drugs feel actually wild and apocalyptic. Not so much here.

Plus, the music was more innovative.

xxxp I thought that line referred to meeting to hook up. It’s kind of a love song, yeah?

Even as a song lyric I hear it as both, but as a scene-encompassing summary I feel like drugs are very much implied.

I never actually listened to that song until just now. Made me want to put on "Sequestered in Memphis" instead for some reason.

I didn't even know there was a song with that title, or those lyrics (never got into the Strokes). I always assumed it was a drug reference.

Yeah. Like, in Please Kill Me, the sex and the drugs feel actually wild and apocalyptic. Not so much here.

I heard there was some artist interference in the edit of the movie, which is kind of hilarious when you think about how low stakes it all is really. Like if an already wafer-thin scene gets sanitized even more in the re-telling of it, you're not going to end up with much there.

Button-cute
Rapier-keen
Wafer-thin
And pauper-poor

most indie rock bands have horrible, thin, clicky hyper compressed drum sounds now, the lasting influence of the strokes

Meet me in the control booth.

some nerd shit about how they got their sound

https://www.soundonsound.com/people/gordon-raphael-producing-strokes

Does anyone remember a recent novel about a WASP family and a babysitter and someone who used to hang out in Grand Central and Tompkins Square Park and had a loft apartment and there was some kind of heist involving a van?

Is that for this thread? Lol in any case.

Was it written by an ILX0r?

Anyway, I’m starting to feel a bit like Johnny Mercer hating on The Beatles or something so maybe I should should just unbookmark this thread.

I know it sounds like a horrible premise for meeting in the bathroom, but it is killing me that I can't remember the title (the cost of age or reading carelessly) especially because I think you might consider it worthy of passing interest.

xps i think the moldy peaches were really more of the "anti-folk" thing which was basically the artists who hung around the sidewalk cafe all day and watched each others' sets. they may have had a social connection to the strokes but they didn't play the same kinds of gigs afaik.

i think the influence of this stuff on local nyc artists was immediate and centralizing, i mean there were certain enclaves like the sidewalk and the tonic in the late 90's but mainly it was disparate, lots of individual artists pursuing their own thing. and then after the strokes in particular became huge, all these people started playing shows on ludlow street and many of them oriented their sound more in that direction. i remember several bands and artists who were unsigned/unrecorded and doing really exciting stuff turning more revisionist and eventually putting out kinda boring, disappointing records.

I always thought of Tonic as much more avant and experimental.

yeah it was the enclave for that "scene" iow.

they may have had a social connection to the strokes but they didn't play the same kinds of gigs afaik.

Notwithstanding that the Moldy Peaches later opened for them on tour, right? (i.e., I assume you're talking about the early daze)

The only notable thing about the strokes imo is that they named an album after the best Stevie nicks song

Adam Green opened for the Strokes at the Mercury Lounge in 2000. I WAS THERE

^You rock!

xp i know they opened for the strokes, but i mean, i think they were still hanging out at the sidewalk cafe a good amount post-fame. that was almost like a songwriters' workshop feel, mostly solo acoustic artists who knew each others' material really well testing new songs in varying stages of completion and sticking around for hours afterward.

there was this one folk singer from the sidewalk cafe whose email list i was on, i think he played with adam green a lot- and around this time he formed a full band and sent out a joke email blast saying they were opening for the strokes at madison square garden.

The groups I enjoyed most from that time aren’t covered in the book. Such acts as Moisturizer; Electro Putas; Crème Blush. Perhaps these groups were oriented more toward the Tonic scene, but they played various places.

Isn't that almost always the way with scenes?

Yeah. But it also points out the kaleidoscopic nature of scenes. Scenes are defined a certain way based on the perspective you’re coming to them from. My scene was much different from Lizzie Goodman’s scene.

Feel like I myself was already scened out, already scene-burned by this time. But à chacun son goût, I guess. Think maybe there’s a way to say it in English, can’t recall.

Though there was definitely overlap

Morbs and I were pretty much the same age. I appreciated his take at the beginning of the thread.

Also you don’t necessarily feel like you’re in a scene when it’s happening. It’s a pretty abstract concept. The passage of time makes people feel more wistful and that’s when they try to make sense of their own past, categorizing it or whatever.

Does anyone remember a recent novel about a WASP family and a babysitter and someone who used to hang out in Grand Central and Tompkins Square Park and had a loft apartment and there was some kind of heist involving a van

This isn't Nell Zink's Doxology, is it?

you know i think i was at that "parking lot" event, though i don't recall it being a parking lot. it was, like, a vacant lot on the corner of a block in williamsburg. there were lots of big rocks. really big, like you could climb on them. i was there with my wife and remember thinking how adorable it is that young people have bands that yelp and flail around. i would not have predicted they'd build a movie around it 20 years later. i sort of can't believe it *is* 20 years later. but maybe it wasn't the same event? it was the same bands, though.

yeah "vacant lot" is how i'd characterize it. ilxor tracer hand was apparently also there and characterized it the same way:

The Liars - classic or dud

Is that the one where Shoplifting played or was that a different one?

Actually I think that one was like two-three years later

i don't remember them but that's not saying much. these are the bands that played the year after:

‘OUTDOOR PARKING LOT’ Last summer, when the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the Liars played a show in this same vacant lot, it was a total scenester media circus, yet still ended up being the coolest show I saw all year. This time the bands are way less hyped, which means it will probably be even more fun. The Numbers and Measles, Mumps, Rubella play damaged, herky-jerky new wave, Dan Melchior’s Broke Revue are neo-garage royalty, and the Rogers Sisters throw a punky girl-group party. SATURDAY AT 2 P.M., corner of Wythe Avenue and Broadway, Brooklyn. (Phillips)

Dammit, my partner and I have been brainstorming a band called Measles Mumps Rubella for over a decade now