[... This past Sunday, I had the pleasure of attending the very last of the free and fabulous JellyNYC McCarren Park Pool Parties - an event that served not only as a wonderful goodbye show, but also as a fundraiser for the Obama Campaign. I’d heard and dug Titus Andronicus (not the gruesome Shakespeare play, but the band from New Jersey) when they opened up for Los Campesinos! at the Bowery Ballroom a few months ago. This only helped build my excitement for the main attraction: seeing indie big]
This past Sunday, I had the pleasure of attending the very last of the free and fabulous JellyNYC McCarren Park Pool Parties - an event that served not only as a wonderful goodbye show, but also as a fundraiser for the Obama Campaign. I’d heard and dug Titus Andronicus (not the gruesome Shakespeare play, but the band from New Jersey) when they opened up for Los Campesinos! at the Bowery Ballroom a few months ago. This only helped build my excitement for the main attraction: seeing indie big boys (and girl) Yo La Tengo playing for the first time in my life. What I will remember the most about last Sunday, however, will most likely be the dual performances I took in by buzzworthy Brits Ebony Bones. This is not to say that Yo La Tengo didn’t deliver a wondrous set; they easily justified twice over my ever lasting love for them. But I am a sucker for surprises, and Ebony Thomas (aka Bones) and her crew of costumed, head-dressed, tribal, electro-loving bandmates, delivered the goods. I watched, amazed, at masses of our passive, fellow 20-somethings, gyrating hips and throwing provided beach balls into the summer sky, before returning to form, and using the balls as pillows on which to watch the sun set over the many creeping high rises and the end of a Brooklyn summer tradition.
Though i was admitted into pool towards the end of Ebony Bones’ set, i got a more potent dosage of her magic down the street at one of my favorite hipster meat markets and former neighborhood watering holes:(pun intended) Union Pool. With a backroom that’s equal parts small town saloon cabaret and a strange out-of-time bordello, this place still a preferred venue of mine, despite a crowd that is shifting to include Jerseyites and uptowners.
Traveling with quite the whimsical menagerie(and a back-up singer that stole my heart in mere moments), Thomas, who takes her band’s/stage persona’s name from the DC comics character Mr.
Ebony Bones Makes New York ...
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