One week till Teenage Jesus reunion in NYC (more info)
 

Next Friday June 13th in NYC.
@ The Knitting Factory
74 Leonard St b/w Broadway & Church - Tribeca.
knittingfactory.com / 212 219 3006
8pm & 11pm shows. All Ages.

Not only marks the release of Thurston & Byron Coley's 'NO WAVE: Post Punk, Underground, New York, 1976-1980' but nonetheless the one-time reunion show of Lydia Lunch's Teenage Jesus & The Jerks (w/
Thurston Moore on bass). Also that night, a reunion of obscure No Wave
trio Information (feat: Rick Brown Phil Dray, Chris Nelson) as well as
Byron Coley DJing special sets on both bills. Definitely a night not to be
missed at all, the book will be on sale as well. Also, special book-release
at the KS Gallery right before the live performances.





Tickets Available:

8pm doors Show:
http://www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEventDetail?dispatch=loadSelectionData&pl=&eve ntId=257772

11pm doors Show:
http://www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEventDetail?dispatch=loadSelectionData&pl=&eve ntId=257773

Tickets also available at the Knit box-office (no fee's) any time after 5pm everyday. Spread the word if you can! The early show is almost sold out,
late show is coming along too.

I'd love to be at that.

it was just as i expected. jim was drumming instead of bassing and thurston was bassing. jim and thurston had serious faces on the whole time and lydia was a the best bitch ever. they didnt play for too long, i was just at the 8:00 one. thurston and jim fucked up trying to start a song a few times and lydia was threatingly looking at them and shit it was mad funny. the last song was orphans and lydia was all, this is the last one and dont fucking expect an encore, and at the end of the song she was all, fuck you all, less is more. her banter was really the best part of the show, methinks.

Kudos to Thurston for pushing this stuff, but does he always have to get so fucking involved? I'm sure they could've found someone else to play bass to a few Teenage Jesus songs. I mean we're not exactly talking P-Funk Allstars here.

it was an awesome night. really, ran smoothly, both shows were sold out, the gallery event (running till july 2nd, if you live in nyc you should really
catch it - KS Gallery) - was incredible - loads of interesting flyers, artwork
and photos.

the performances were short, but great. Informaiton hadn't played since 1981 and came off quite tight, kinda folky-prog-punk w/ a can/steel-drum
as well.

Glenn Branca, Phillip Glass, Lee & Kim Gordon, Martin Rev and inumeral other artists from that era were in the club - no sign of David Bowie though - I was banking on that!!

I was there for both shows/sets - they were similar sets - the late show was a bit more feisty though. Lydia harassed Thurston equally for both
performances and briefly poked fun at Sonic Youth's members. It was
pretty memorable. I wan running around a lot so I was in front of the stage
the whole time, but I watched both sets from the side of the backstage and
it was incredible. Especially since it probably will never happen again!!!

was it recorded?

i saw some guys up front with pro camaras, so probably

Yep,the most beautiful chris habib was front row center taping that shit in HD. Only saw the first set but was impressed by how tight they were. A friend likened Lydia's schtick to Don Rickles which caused me to have a bit of an ah hah moment. It was an amazing night on both sides of the street.

Chris is indeed sweet but he tends to keep his tapes for his own personal use. ;)

pics and video

http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archive...jesus_t_1.html

I've been to all of Lydia's shows in Holland in the last few years, and have never seen her play the guitar. Cool.

thurston got a multi-track recording of the nights shows - dunno what the final outcome will be but there was indeed a recording

 

 

 

those last pics, lydia looks evil. i like.

yay lydia has black hair again

thurstons really starting to age.....

yeah he really is starting to show his age. i guess all of those years looking like he was 20 have finally caught up to him.

i've just realised everything is about hair with me, isn't it?

yeah you sure like hair. no worries though, there's nothing wrong with caring a lot about hair.

killer; a lot deeper than the recorded version.

http://www.artforum.com/diary/id=20594

Riding the Wave

New York

06.20.08



Left: Musicians Jim Sclavunos and Lydia Lunch. (Photo: Chad Beckerman) Right: Critic Byron Coley, Abrams editor Tamar Bravis, and Thurston Moore. (Photo: David Velasco)





How many photographs of downtown scenestress and musician Lydia Lunch can one person stand? Scholars in future generations will now be able to piece together pretty much every outfit the postpunk doyenne ever wore in her first five years in New York, thanks to an avalanche of documentation in books from the past couple years: Marc Masters’s No Wave, Paula Court’s New York Noise, and Thurston Moore and Byron Coley’s just-released No Wave: Post-Punk. Underground. New York. 1976–1980. Like any good insular art scene, No Wave kept outsiders (and audiences) at bay but photographers on hand. If you were one of the ten to fifteen unhappy-looking observers at the Mudd Club, the Kitchen, CBGB, or Tier 3, watching some legendarily abrasive band, odds are your pain is now catalogued and immortalized.
Draw a gently curving line, more or less, from the location of Dave’s Luncheonette, the oft-reminisced-about late-night Canal Street hangout, out through the Mudd Club, which sat a couple blocks south, and you’ll soon hit the site where KS Art stands today. It was there on Friday night that a party was thrown in celebration of the release of Moore and Coley’s book. In the flyer-and-photo-bedecked gallery, tourists past and present gathered to ogle both the walls and one another: Swimming through the soupy, overheated confines were Moore and his wife, Kim Gordon, Coley, Lunch, the Contortions’ James Chance, one-time Sonic Youth drummer and Lunch cohort Jim Sclavunos, musician Alan Licht, and many of the photographers—Robert Sietsema, Julia Gorton—whose work hung on the walls. Across the street, people glanced nervously at the Knitting Factory, where the main event—a Teenage Jesus & the Jerks reunion, for which Lunch had flown in from Barcelona—was scheduled for 8 PM sharp. KS Art proprietor Kerry Schuss, perhaps sensing some apprehension on my part, attempted reassurance: “They’ve been rehearsing for days!”

Left: Musician Lee Ranaldo and artist Leah Singer. (Photo: Laura Levine) Right: Kim Gordon. (Photo: David Velasco)





Lunch, who, in 1976, at sixteen, left her parents’ home in Rochester, New York, and who, two years later, was proclaiming herself “the best thing to happen to music in 250 years,” has evidently been a good sport—judging from the hours of interviews she gave to Masters, Moore, and Coley—about the canonization she resisted so thoroughly in her first go-round. (She’s loudly on record as being skeptical of No New York, the Brian Eno–produced compilation that helped give No Wave a name and Teenage Jesus a platform.) But what easier target for a notoriously audience-hating band like Teenage Jesus (from which original member James Chance was tossed merely because he couldn’t help but interact with the band’s crowds) than a sold-out, reverential sea of fresh faces?
First, though, we were treated to some trivia: a set by Information, the NO magazine–affiliated, constantly morphing No Wave footnote whose baffling presence was perhaps the evening’s most authentic curveball. “We’re quite amused you all came back,” noted the band’s Chris Nelson, utterly sarcastically. In turn, the band covered a song by the even more ephemeral Blinding Headaches (a trio perfectly memorialized in a Sietsema photo from No Wave, playing an LES rooftop show to all of seven distracted-looking friends). Information’s fifteen-minute set wrapped up with an elaborately announced, ten-second, one-chord-and-done “song.” In between, of course, came the amplified toy piano, the trumpet, and the unbelievably loud steel drum.
As for Teenage Jesus—with Sclavunos back on drums and “surprise guest bass player” Thurston Moore—they were as fleeting, nasty, screeching, and brutish as one could have hoped. Sclavunos stood behind his instrument, staring straight ahead; Moore scrutinized the set list, fiddled with his guitar, and absorbed Lunch’s abuse: “This is what happens when a member of Sonic Youth joins the band,” she spewed. “Fumble, fumble, fumble.” Whatever thrill there was in seeing our own alt-rock gods cut down before their elders quickly faded when Lunch turned toward us. “You have no fucking clue,” she said, glaring straight out into the rapturous applause: “Thanks for nothing.”


Left: Musician Alan Licht and critic Glenn Kenny. (Photo: David Velasco) Right: Musician Glenn Branca. (Photo: Laura Levine.)






Left: Musician Jim Sclavunos. Right: Dealer Kerry Schuss. (Photos: David Velasco)