
Something about the Irish folk punk of Flogging Molly and the Americana punk of O'Death seems especially well-suited for a waterside locale.
"A moment of silence, a lifetime of laughter" is a lyric from the Mighty Mighty Bosstones' Noise Brigade. The Bosstones were dropped from the original bill of the first concert I ever attended. Here, I reminisce on various moments of silence and noise in a lifetime of laughter and a few scattered tears. "On the brighter side and on a happier note; the noise, well it's just love that gets caught in my throat."
The summer of 2008 was undeniably the summer of MGMT. Their soaring psychedelic pop spewed forth from the earbuds of every hipster's iPod. "Time To Pretend" captured the devil-may-care cynicism of a generation. 



For my girlfriend's birthday, I decided to take her to see The Mae Shi, a band we had been digging lately, hooked on the ubercatchy single "I Get Almost Everything" off their Biblical-themed electronic pop punk album HLLYH. They opened the show with an a cappella sing-along version of that number, and the show took on a spiritual revival aspect when the band draped the crowd in a large white sheet and began a psychedelic punk dirge fueled by a flashlight barrage.
This showcase for the now-defunct JDub Records featured a decidedly semitic blend of performers ranging from the off-kilter comedic stylings of Michael Showalter to the klezmer punk of headliners Golem. The highlight was when the crowd cajoled a park vendor into dancing the Hora.

Hailing straight from the slums of Shaolin, embodying the revivalist funk movement of Daptone Records, the Budos Band paired with the modernized Blaxploitation funk of Chico Mann for this gratis offering at Lincoln Center's outdoor plaza.
Ever the innovator, DJ Spooky presented his multimedia treatise on African culture, featuring his trademark instrumental beats paired with captivating images and soundbytes that painted a stark picture of modern racism.



This free show at the picturesque open-air Tobacco Warehouse in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge featured three accomplished saxophonists - Antibalas leader Stuart Bogie, free jazz maven Charles Gayle and journeyman Colin Stetson who has logged time with everyone from Arcade Fire to Tom Waits.
07/15/08 • Irving Plaza • New York , NYThis incarnation of the pernicious percussionist' solo band was highlighted by the appropriately psychedelic tones of San Francisco stalwart Steve Kimock and String Cheese Incident keyboardist Kyle Hollingsworth.
Set 1: Shakedown Street, Manila Farewell, Seven Seconds, Self Defense, Tolongo, Fountains Of Wood, Eyes Of The World, Good Lovin’
Set 2: The Center Prelude > The Center, Strange World, Your House, The Other One > Arabian Wind > The Other One > Sugaree > Scarlet Begonias > Fire On The Mountain
Encore: Papa Was A Rolling Stone > Aiko Aiko
Of the Love Generation's tragic decline, Hunter S. Thompson once wrote, "with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back." With none of the cultural gravitas, but similar proportionate respect to musical integrity, this was an inversely comparable temporal watermark for that divisive once-microgenre known as dubstep. 

I had been throwing progressively larger parties in my backyard for a couple years at this point. My buddy dubbed one Baller BBQ and the moniker stuck.
Having formed in Brooklyn, my favorite trio returned to its stomping grounds for this free Celebrate Brooklyn gig.
The tail end of this all-day Todd P showcase was supposed to take place on a beach in the Jamaica Bay, but the forecast called for rain, so it was moved to this Bushwick watering hole.

Local all-ages, all-venues show promoter Todd P planned a unique event for this Memorial Day weekend, starting with a subway platform performance by lo-fi punksters So So Glos.
After Raya Brass Band at Rose, we headed across the Williamsburg Bridge to catch one of my favorite bands at their most frequented NYC digs.
Just a few weeks before this pristene spring day, I had taken my girlfriend to get a cheap mountain bike, so she could join me on city rides on days like this one.

The free music season in NYC seems to start earlier every year. On this sunny day in May, I convinced my friend Sylvia to drive us into Manhattan for some early afternoon jazz at the new jazz cafe in Columbus Center. 
04/12/08 • Nokia Theatre • New York , NYI know I caught one of the shows of the Biscuits' inaugural run at the Nokia, which would quickly become one of their most venerated stomping grounds. I am 90% sure it was this one.
Set 1: M.E.M.P.H.I.S. > Lunar Pursuit > Shelby Rose1 > Air Song1 > And The Ladies Were The Rest Of The Night2
Set 2: Rockafella > Above The Waves3 > Bazaar Escape2, Resurrection > Spacebirdmatingcall > Shadow > 42
Encore: Mulberry's Dream
1inverted
2ending only
3completes 4/11 version (ending and beginning sections only)

This will likely remain the only show I ever attended with my father and my sister, who like myself were converted to the folk punk stylings of Kimya Dawson following her inclusion all over the soundtrack of the "indie" hit film Juno. 
04-05-08 Fillmore NYC at Irving Plaza, New York, NY (SAT)This show remains the best Lotus show of the relatively few I've seen, highlighted by an epic take on Rage Against the Machine's "Killing In the Name" before the Biscuits, and even Phish, started doing it.
Flower Sermon, Grayrigg, Alkaline*, Sunrain > Killing In The Name, Spiritualize, Age Of Inexperience, Plant Your Root > Umbilical Moonset > Sunrain, Bellwhether, One Last Hurrah
E: 72 Hours Awake, Greet The Mind
* With Thomas Elbers (Kypski) on turntables and Sean Coolican on tambourine (The Frequency)
The early months of 2008 turned out to be quite fertile in terms of epic concert events. Just a couple months after a "best show ever" contender, came this viable canidate.
On the weekend prior to St. Patrick's Day, our friend Ellen got us a gig manning the merch table at this event, which featured an endless rotation of Irish musicians and their ilk playing forgettable run-of-the-mill rock. 


My friend somehow discovered this amazing showcase which remains one of the single greatest musical experiences of my life.
This long running Sublime tribute act played all the greatest hits and then some quite capably.
Despite MMW being one of my favorite NYC-based bands, the only time I had ever seen them was in Tennessee. 