“Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst.”
Working towards that number changes the way you see the world. Living in this crowded-crumbling, sexy-scary, crazy-noisy, feast-of-vision city surely helps a bit. Keep your eyes peeled and trigger-finger ready.
“When I was your age television was called books!” Peter Faulk neatly sums up the written word’s apparent fall from grace. Yes, the telly has of late been dating smarter girls. But there’s more than one way to peel a couch potato. Turn it off and turn the page.
“A film is more like music than like fiction.”
Indeed, they are birds of a feather– a murder of crows pecking away at yoga, politics and walks in the park to carve out a life of blurred vision, tinitus and narrow cultural vocabulary. That’s the way, uh huh, I like it.
Or rather, they are riding on the coat tails of friends.
Little Silver has put together a great show at Rock Shop in Brooklyn that will include Steve Shiffman & The Land of No along with the world-renowned Go-Kartel. So come on out, enjoy a few cocktails on the rooftop deck then join us for a night of rock you’ll never forget. For a while.
A beautiful old farm house on 367 acres of rolling hills. The persistent rain has finally let up, brightening the country landscape. We are in the old open barn, where a decaying baby grand sits in a dusty corner by the window. Kev plays, the five of us sing Joe Jackson only nominally off-key. A butterfly rouses, opens up to the window light…
Posted by contributing editor Dick Starkey
b/w Photos by Rachel Carey, Snapseed processing by The Chairman
Color Photos courtesy of ShrineNYC
In 2010, Brooklyn’s Hank’s Saloon hosted a shambling, lively set of songs by The Go-Kartel (Kevin Brady – guitar, vocals, “the dangler” accordion; Rob Grover – stoic yet jaunty bass, Bill Wyman-style; and Mauricio Carey – drums, boom, pah, pow!). The band rehearsed these songs for only seven years before unleashing them to an adoring and eclectic audience of both Manhattanites and Brooklynites. That’s mass appeal.
Last night, three years later, The Go-Kartel took the stage at Harlem’s Shrine World Music Venue, where Wednesday night is Rock Night. And Rock they did. The boisterous crowd was stunned to silence by the poppy opener “280-Z.” You could hear a pin drop. This was true, awestruck appreciation. But once the blistering “Carrie, I Don’t Mind” growled and cracked across the stage the crowd broke from their reverie into an applause wall of sound.
You like The Cure? Billy Bragg? Joe Jackson, Elvis Costello? Of course you do. Everybody does. And thusly, The Go-Kartel is liked by all. Composed of two dads and a rabble rouser, the trio brings Manhattan urbanity and Brooklyn credibility to a brand of pop that manages to be both fresh and nostalgic. And their taste in covers is simply superb. The band brings a wisp of the country to Elvis Costello’s rueful “Kid About It.” And on Burt Bacharach’s “Little Red Book,” they replicate the sound and spirit of a song that would ten years later serve as the template for The Cure’s “Killing an Arab.”
Towards the end of the set, fearless leader Brady tries to leave the audience wanting by cutting the set list down by one. But the road-wisened rhythm section bulldozed the idea in favor of one last bit of pure pop pleasure, the rousing and complex “Cannonball,” a song that took the band a mere 12 months to master. And with that last song, the audience was still left wanting. But I have a feeling we won’t have to wait three more years to get a chance to watch The Go-Kartel rock us out again…
The band has asked to thank sound man Lauren, along with the entire management staff of Shrine for their kind attention and all-pro back line.
Our wedding pictures are done, and by asking you to take a look, we’re not appealing to our sense of vanity, but rather yours. Albert got some great coverage – all of you are represented and you look fabulous! So take a minute to re-live the day by looking out for the ones that made this event so special: yourselves.
So we’ve switched gears from lazy lounge lizards to active island go-getters. We’ve migrated south from Lahaina to Makena, where we’ve kicked into high gear with our Sweet Blue Ride, a convertible Mustang that’s taken us far and wide across the island. Rachel’s swam with the sea turtles, we’ve sailed the deep blue seas, watched whales fly high above the water line, and twisted and turned along the Road to Hana, from it’s mundane beginning to it’s dramatic end. It’s been quite a ride. Take a look…
BTW, along the Road to Hana, we stopped at Waianapanapa, (say that one time fast) to witness a lava blowhole. Don’t snicker. It’s badass:
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