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  • WEDNESDAY APRIL 30 2008 6:00 AM

A Scene of One’s Own: A Punk Rock How-To (With Todd P)

Does your town suck? Are you bored as hell? Got a band but no place to play? Or maybe you live in a city where the only venues to see live music are greedy, stuck-up clubs that make local bands pay-to-play and hate you for being poor and/or under 21 (you dirty little criminal). Through exhaustive research, I have compiled a list of tips to help you and your clever, creative friends build your very own D.I.Y. scene using only a second-hand P.A., your dad's guitar, some punk rock chutzpah, and several un-bent paperclips. 



I asked my friend Todd Patrick, better known as Todd P, to advise me on how it's done. He's been putting together shows since high school, and at 32, knows a thing or two about doing it yourself. After throwing events in Austin, Texas during college and then running an all-ages club in Portland, Oregon for a few years, he made his way to New York and single-handedly built an energetic, eclectic scene in the crumbling neighborhoods of North Brooklyn. Through a combination of charisma and reliability, Todd can make people open their ears and give his weird line-ups a chance. Or, as an anonymous denizen of the scene put it, "He could put his name on a polka party and people would show up."




The crowd at one of Todd P's shows (photo courtesy of Impose Magazine)

Patrick is at an all-ages punk show in New Brunswick, New Jersey when I call him on the phone. This might come as a surprise considering that, as one of the premiere curators in the Brooklyn underground scene, he's known for his impeccable, avant-garde taste. He'd never book a straight-up pop punk, ska, emo, or hardcore band. And yet there he is, rocking out to those very genres alongside the kids. "It's a rowdy, awesome rock and roll show," he shouts above the noise.

Patrick respects the people who make fun happen, regardless of whether their tastes align with his. "Local shows are the last vestige of real, straightforward community art for middle class people in this country," he tells me. "Everything else is controlled by an industry…music is the last one where people can literally put a band together, start playing, and the community votes with their feet and their dollar to see who they endorse and that is who the industry has to pick from. There's no other form in this country that's like that anymore.”


Deerhunter at Market Hotel (photo courtesy of Impose Magazine)

His desire to make this community mojo happen is sincere, and it shows. The myth that Brooklyn's avant-rockers are too cool to dance is shattered as soon as you step inside one of his sweaty, raucous warehouse operations. People get all up in your shit, in a good way. It's a visceral respite from the cold, corporate city in which we must all behave in order to make a living. Patrick has presented a laundry list of great musicians over the years: Aa, Deerhunter, Xiu Xiu, the Dirty Projectors, Dan Deacon, YACHT, and High Places are just a few bands who have graced his stages and subsequently gained increasing recognition, thanks in part to him. "That makes it fun," he says with no small amount of pride. "You have an impact on your community, spotlighting people you think have talent and helping make certain people rise…that's how you improve the national culture." A culture which, let's be honest, is in need of some serious rehabilitation at the moment. 



You need to put in a goodly amount of time before you can go about improving the national culture, but the good news is that anyone can do it. "It does not involve anything you can go to school for," Patrick says. So here it is, a list of advice gleaned from the master for building a happening D.I.Y. anti-empire from nothing.



Locate a Location



This can initially be tricky. Luckily, you are tricky too. Drive around looking for un-used spaces, investigating anything that looks promising. Warehouses, backyards, basements, and empty lots can all be put to good use. All you need is electricity, or barring that, make it an acoustic show. Find out who (if anyone) owns the space you fancy, and be persistent. Todd P's first show was in an abandoned lounge above a coffee shop in Austin: "I asked the owner, and he said no. I asked manager, and she gave me the keys." And once you've put on a few good events, he says, "the offers come out of the woodwork." A house here, a rooftop there, and before you know it you're drowning in rock love. This is especially helpful if you need to move a show at the last minute for whatever reason.



Find Talented Talent



It might make sense to have your friends' bands play; scenes are all about friendship, right? That all depends if you want your shows to actually be good. If you're into your friends' tunes, by all means give them a shot. But don't be afraid to cast a wide net in search of that perfectly bizarre band to play your party. Patrick recommends "random MySpace checks; search for bands who sound like bands you already like, or check out their friend lists.” Also, get to concerts on time and “see who opens for your favorites…those are people you can probably get.” He continues, "Put your heart and soul into it…stuff you find interesting, and sooner or later touring bands are calling. You do a good job, people appreciate it. Learn by trying."



Matt and Kim get happy in a temporary warehouse space (photo courtesy of Impose Magazine).

Broaden Your Taste



No one is going to stop you from booking the 1,000th Black Flag clone your high school has produced, but for a bit of artistic freshness, look to Todd P's shows as an example. There's no obvious commonality between the bands he picks; in a single night, you might hear the curious, tinkling loops of High Places, the incantatory ghost punk of These Are Powers, and the pounding electro-metal of Genghis Tron. None of these bands sound like each other, but none of them sound like anything you've heard before, either. "You can be really great at what you do," says Patrick, "but if it doesn't strike my ear as fresh, I don't care about it. If it's a new idea, I usually like it. I'm easily bored." If nobody likes your oddball choices, they can throw their own damn shows. Some bands take warming up to, but assuming your selections are intelligent, people will come around. "There's a lot of bands that a few years ago would have been too weird for people to appreciate who are getting big now," says Patrick with the joy of a man vindicated. In time, the world will catch up with your genius. 



Don't fight the law, 'cause the law will win

When I ask how to deal with the cops, he says it’s simple, really: "Don’t attract them." Choose an out of the way place where either the neighbors are chill with parties, or there are no neighbors. This is harder in big cities where everyone lives on top of each other, but even New York still has under-used or abandoned sites. Of the last 400 shows he’s thrown, Patrick says maybe seven have been shut down. Use your common sense to determine where people should not be allowed to go. “Make sure your patrons aren’t destroying the neighborhood. Don’t drink in the street, piss, etc. The kind of stuff you wouldn’t wanna see in your front yard.” And don’t be afraid to get in their faces about it; a few assholes should not be allowed to ruin everyone’s good time. If the cops do show up, be polite. Arguing with them won’t get you anywhere but jail, and wouldn’t you rather go to an after party at someone’s house than jail?



Keep it all-ages

“It’s classic discrimination to say someone who the government calls an adult isn’t allowed to see music because it’s wrapped up in alcohol,” Patrick says, pointing out a logical inconsistency that’s become the norm. There’s beer everywhere at baseball games, and that’s ok, “but if you’re watching shows, someone bad’s gonna get you.” Though it may be a slight added hassle to worry about having minors present, it kind of defeats the point if you don’t let them in. “Rock is youth culture, it always has been. To exclude under-21 pretty much kills off the scene.” And giving kids things to do is constructive to the community. “They take away the right to congregate, kids turn to things that are worse than drinking or going to a rock show.” Think back on all the dumb shit you did as a teenager that got you in trouble. Don’t you wish you’d been too busy rocking out to stick those fireworks in the cat’s butt?

Don't rape wallets

“Places seem to bleed money,” says Patrick. “I think you should make shows cheap, and keep them quality.” Try to keep the cover charge under $10. If you keep a low overhead, you should be able to pay the bands a decent amount after covering the cost of your crappy PA rental. “The majority should go to the bands, because that’s why people pay to see shows.” Take only a celebratory pittance for yourself. You’re in this for love. “It’s not good for grassroots culture” to exclude poor ass college students and other people who can’t afford high ticket prices. If you want piles of money, become an i-banker or open a horrible club that charges eight dollars for a Budweiser, and see how much fun you have.


No Age fucks up Silent Barn (photo courtesy of Impose Magazine).

Don't write off NYC

Despite lawmakers’ best efforts, New York still has one of the most exciting scenes of anywhere. It only took me a few stops on my recent tour to realize there’s no place quite like Brooklyn in terms of energy, turn out, and general joie de vivre. Sayeth Todd Patrick: “There are amazing musicians here, a lot of really good vibes. People are hungry for new things. They love to absorb and enjoy art forms of all kinds. Everyone is interested in culture.” This benefits promoters and musicians alike. “If you are talented and you’re putting your stuff out,” Patrick says, “you will find some level of success in New York. You can be an awesome person in small towns and find nobody to care. If you are good in New York, you’re a national band.” Suck it up, get a job, find a place, work to party.



Don't write off East Buttfuck, USA, either

If you are stuck somewhere that’s not New York or any other place with a thriving scene (L.A., Chicago, Atlanta, Baltimore, Austin, Portland…the list goes on), chances are you are still in high school (if not, perhaps it’s time to move out; it’s nice to be able to have sexy time without worrying your mom will hear.) But even if your local culture is legally dead, you can still attract talent. Don’t be afraid to ask bands from nearby cities to come out; you’ve got the mystique of the unknown on your side. Your shitty town is an exotic adventure in the countryside to them; they will come “because it sounds interesting.” And a town that was previously a cultural wasteland will appreciate you much more for your efforts. “You can really make an impact,” says Patrick. “I won’t say it’s easy, but it’s something anyone is capable of…and people will respond because there’s so little shit of any consequence happening in America.”



Have fun!


There’s no need to be a perfectionist. "If it doesn't work out, it's just a rock show,” Patrick reminds me. “No one's gonna die if you can't hear the vocals. Ultimately, the stakes aren't that high. Everything's got a learning curve.” So grab your friends, make some fliers, and see how far you can take it. You’ve got nothing to lose but your crushing suburban ennui.



Dan Deacon at Todd P's birthday show (photo courtesy of Impose Magazine).


A rare snap of the man himself (photo courtesy of Impose Magazine).

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  • THURSDAY NOVEMBER 9 2006 12:00 PM

Jonathan Kesselman’s Suicide Watch: Advice To A Sex Offender -- Become A Hipster

Since I started this column, I’ve received a steady stream of fan mail as well as letters asking for advice. I came across the following article Man Ordered To Wear "sex offender" T-Shirt this week, and was pleasantly surprised when I was contacted by someone whom on the surface appeared to be the same individual.

NEW YORK (Reuters) - A Delaware judge on Friday ordered a man who twice exposed himself to a 10-year-old girl at his workplace to wear a T-shirt with the words: "I am a registered sex offender" in bold letters, a prosecutor said.

Russell Teeter, 69, who pleaded guilty to two counts of indecent exposure, also was sentenced to 60 days in jail by Superior Court Judge Jan Jurden in Wilmington.

Deputy Attorney General Donald Roberts said he requested the unusual T-shirt punishment because he was concerned about Teeter exposing himself to children at the gardening business he runs with his wife.

"This is a unique way to let his customers know that he is a sex offender," Roberts told Reuters…Teeter, who has 30 days to appeal the sentence, will have to wear the T-shirt at work for 22 months after he gets out of jail.”


DEAR JONATHAN KESSELMAN: I am a married 69-year-old man who lives and works in the great state of Vermont. Recently, I was arrested for the second time for exposing my shriveled genitalia to a 10-year-old girl while working outdoors. I know I have a problem. Although I am happily married, I feel compelled to expose myself to little girls. I will serve time, and then I will receive counseling. With God’s help I will one day hopefully be able to put an end to this abhorrent behavior.

However, after going to court, the judge ordered that I wear a shirt labeled, “I Am A Registered Sex Offender” for two years upon my release from prison. Clearly, wearing this piece of clothing will decimate by business as well as prevent me from ever reconciling with my wife, or anyone else, for that matter, in my life.

There are no words to describe how sorry I am for what I have done. However, how can I begin the redemptive process, make amends with my wife, and not go bankrupt with the judgment that has been handed down to me?

VIOLATED IN VERMONT


DEAR VIOLATED IN VERMONT--

First off let me say, dude, that sucks. I live across the street from this elementary school, and I love how the light pours through my windows in the morning. It’s really humid where I live, and my bed happens to be right near the window facing the school. To combat chafing throughout the day, I lay prone on my bed each morning and bend my legs back to expose my sack while sprinkling Gold Bond Medicated Powder© on my testes. Until I read your letter, I had no idea how dangerous this exposure was. Thanks for the heads up!

Anyway, in response to your question, the answer is really very simple. You need to pack up your shit and hop on the first plane to Brooklyn or Los Angeles, preferably to the areas known as Williamsburg or Silver Lake (respectively). To further clarify, Williamsburg and Silver Lake are the East and West Coastal epicenters of ironic, disaffected Hipsterdom.

Aside from being unshaven, using “product” to create the “bedhead” hairstyle, and wearing newly bought store jeans that appear to be one seam away from disintegration; the single most important defining component to the inhabitants of these two townships is the “Ironic-T.”

To understand the “Ironic-T,” let me delve deeper into the modern-age Hipster mentality. The cornerstone of this lifestyle philosophy is, what I like to call, “The Whatever.” Past generations have employed their own version of “The Whatever;” namely, “The Cold Chillin’,” “The Keepin’ It Real,” and “The Livin’ Da Vida Loca!” {Roughly translated, “Livin’ The Crazy Life!"}

Here’s how “The Whatever” works:

Say you find yourself drinking a Brooklyn Lager at a Yo La Tengo show in Hoboken, NJ, and strike up a conversation with a cute, perky spoken-word poet from Fort Greene with boyish hair who ‘daylights’ as a Barista at a high-octane-caffeine, free-trade coffee shop, and it comes to the point in the evening in which you ask for her number. A non-Hipster might ask, “Do you think I could get your number and give you a call sometime?” Well, Violated In Vermont, let me tell you, that man would not only go home digit-less, but might unknowingly find a loogie hiding out in the foam of his Latte the next time he ordered an espresso drink.

The Hipster, on the other hand, would respond to the same scenario in the following manner:

Hipster With ‘Brooklyn Industries’ Hoodie And FEMALE Genitalia: “So, like, here’s my phone number. But I don’t really care if you call or don’t call. I’m just giving it to you because I feel like it. But whatever.”

Hipster With ‘Brooklyn Industries’ Hoodie And MALE Genitalia: “What!? You think I care that you think I care that you gave me your number? I don't care. And I might call you or I might not call you. It doesn't matter anyway, so whatever.”

Hipster With ‘Brooklyn Industries’ Hoodie And FEMALE Genitalia: “You think I care that you even care that I think you care if you call me? I don't care. You could call me or you couldn't call me. Doesn't matter to me. So, whatever.”

Hipster With ‘Brooklyn Industries’ Hoodie And MALE Genitalia: “Fine. Cool. Whatever.”

Hipster With ‘Brooklyn Industries’ Hoodie And FEMALE Genitalia: “Whatever. Fine. Cool.”

At this point, both parties would separate sound in the knowledge that they would later engage in overly-analyzed, committed yet non-committal sexual relations. Also, the Hipster With The Male Genitalia would also be confident in the knowledge that he would not be fishing loogies out from the foam of his Latte.

So, Violated In Vermont, now that you understand “The Whatever,” you now have the tools to grasp the “Ironic-T.” There has been some dispute as to when the “Ironic-T” was created, but most scholars agree that it was created by “Indie” Rock and Roll Musicians approximately around the same time they rolled out the phrase “DIY.”

An “Ironic-T” is as any T-Shirt made from the lowest grade material(s) that the Hipster will claim he/she found on the floor of his/her apartment earlier that day, and just “threw on.” This, however, is a fallacy.

In fact, in order for the shirt to qualify as an “Ironic-T,” the Hipster must have spent AT LEAST two days in various thrift shops in either Brooklyn or on Los Angeles’ Melrose Ave. It is imperative that the shirt appear to have been created sometime during the period of 1971 through 1996, and that the logo, and/or slogan, and/or design of the T-Shirt must operate on one or more of the following “Ironic-T Principles”:

1) The logo/slogan/design must never categorize, or label you, or put you in a box...or, like, whatever.

2) The logo/slogan/design is in direct opposition to how the Hipster sees himself privately or presents himself publicly (e.g. “The Cowboy Shirt,” “The High-Roller Casino Shirt,” “The Bowling Shirt, The Car Mechanic Shirt.”)

3) The logo/slogan/design contains a ‘Revolutionary’ visage or similar ‘Revolutionary’ symbology. Examples include The Che Guevara-T (CGT) or The Communist Russian Propaganda-T (CRPT)

4) The logo/slogan/design is a silkscreen of a popular Arcade/Cartoon/ Kung Fu figure or symbol (e.g. Atari, Space Invaders, Fat Albert, Speed Racer, or Bruce Lee with his crazy “I’ll fuck your shit up" eyes, complete with Nun Chucks…)

5) The Obscure Beer/Band-T (The OBBT). It is imperative that the wearer of this shirt have absolutely ZERO knowledge of that particular bands’ music or of the beers’ country of origin. If the wearer DOES know these things, then he/she is actually wearing an…

6) I’m Superior To You-T (ISTY-T). These are self-explanatory. If you don’t get it, then you’re a fucking idiot! Pfff. Whatever…

7) The Ironic Religious-T (The IRT). For example, a ‘Jesus Is My Homeboy,’ T-shirt falls into the IRT category, because Jesus is, in fact, nobody's homeboy. No, not even Pat Robertson's.

8) And lastly, the Negative Ironic Portrayal-T (NIP-T). This, Violated In Vermont, is where you might want to pay close attention…

In the case of your dilemma, you are being forced to wear a very unflattering Negative Ironic Portrayal T-Shirt (NIP-T). In your case, however, the Ironic nature of the shirt has been rendered non-existent. You ARE, in fact, a registered sex offender. While Vermont is a beautiful state, the Hip level of its inhabitants is directly correlated to the number of Phish bootlegs owned. I can tell you with great certainty that in your home state your shirt will fall on deaf eyes. They will burn you at the stake as they dance circles around your “funeral pyre,” lighting “kind buds” off of your melting carcass while they flail about in rapture to the sounds of Bouncing Round The Room. Not a good scenario for you.

However, in Brooklyn or Silver Lake, your Vermont court-issued death sentence will instantly be transformed into an “Ironic-T.” You will be a hero! People will ask you where you got your shirt. DO NOT tell them the truth.

Tell them, “This old thing? Pfff. Whatever. I found it lying on the floor of my apartment.”

They might prod further, asking if they can buy it. Tell them that you don’t believe in the "antediluvian bourgeois American capitalist system." If they try and barter for the shirt, tell them that your ex-“chick,” a perky spoken-word poet/Barista gave it to you, so it has sentimental value. Tell them it was a bad breakup, but like, whatever, you’ve decided to show her you DON’T CARE by wearing the T-shirt every day.

I hope this was helpful, and I look forward to seeing you and your “I Am A Registered Sex Offender T-Shirt” at a Yo La Tengo show in the very near future.

Best,

Jonathan Kesselman

Jon_Kesselman, like, doesn't care if you, like, dug this article or not. To him, it's just like, whatever.

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  • TUESDAY AUGUST 22 2006 3:00 PM

Fred Flare's Flair

Cute is not a word to be afraid of, especially when coupled with fun and good design. Fred Flare master the art of cute with their adorable, quirky online shopping site based out of Brooklyn, NY. The collection is charmingly curated by the designers behind the wonder store to offer unique clothing, accessories, paper goods and more for the every day adult who still enjoy having some young fun. Here are some favorites:



Paint By Number Pony tee


iPod DJ Station


Banana cel phone holder


Amy Sedaris' Pop Tart pouch

But the Fred Flare experience doesn't exclusively involve your wallet; be sure to browse the site's many facets: the diary, the music and check out the super-cute Fred Flare variety show on YouTube.