Providence's Elvis Perkins plays Club NME at Spaceland tonight, along with Pernice Brothers.
Perkins' despondent (yet somehow soothing) vocals are somewhat reminiscent of crooners Jeff Buckley, Colin Meloy (eh) or Rufus Wainwright—but minus all that excessive theatricality. And recently signed to XL Recordings (home to indie powerhouses Devendra Banhart, M.I.A., Basement Jaxx, Thom Yorke, Ratatat, Peaches and Tapes 'n Tapes), we've seen Perkins' name exalted in all the major music blog
It was a 100 degrees out this afternoon, it took me 45 minutes to find a space and park (real helpful employees out here), 15 to locate press will call and enter then maybe another five to situate where the fuck I was. I told myself two years ago I'd never do this again and here I am again: it's hot, the boyfriend is miserable, I've realized once again just how much I hate people (read: hipsters in every color of American Apparel track shorts available), but seeing Jesus & the Mary Chain per
Last Night: Rufus Wainwright and Lucy Roche Wainwright at the House of Blues Anaheim.
Better Than: A night at the Met.
Best Overheard Question: "Is Rufus gay?"
Download: Poses; "14th Street" off Want One
It was the most dressed down I'd ever seen Rufus Wainwright, which, if you've ever had the pleasure, is a pretty big deal. His un-ironed denim button-up was tucked into an average pair of jeans; strappy Jesus sandals adorned his feet. The only hint of Rufus' usual thought-out
This is such sad news.
Announced earlier today, Jane magazine will end as we know it with next month's issue.
At just under 10 years old, Jane was a fashion/beauty magazine with a spunky attitude unseen in larger publications. It was beautiful, but not in an intimidating, ultra-glam way like Vogue and Cosmo are. (I love you, Vogue, but I'm just hurt right now.)
They put quirky girls such as Zooey Deschanel on the cover and documented pranks pulled in public restrooms. They asked Rufus Wainwr
