I was at the last day of the Zhajiang Dream Factory mini-festival this past Friday night. This was the third year of this new and hopeful tradition here in Shanghai, an event that attempts to cross the cultures of Germany and China under the catchy, if sinister sounding, heading of “German Tunes for Chinese Ears.” [...]
This one is from some time ago, with all the activity it got mixed with other articles and it just came out of the chaos we are having these days here (actually Mark himself rescued it from the abyss where all unpublished articles go to float… we should do a compilation of those once). Anyway, better later than never, here Life Journey’s gig on YuYinTang, reviewed by Mark, aka M.E. Seeley, the evelish duck. …Sorry Mark, it will never happen again.
“Wu Tang Clan ain’t nothin’ to fuck wit!” is a hypothesis that has been tested innumerable times in uncountable places. After tonight’s show at WTF Club I am tempted to call it an axiom.
“I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe Ratatat is playing!” said one concertgoer last Thursday night at the Zhijiang Dream Factory. Believe it, sister. We were packed in on the floor so tight I am still picking her DNA out of my elbow as I transmit this dispatch. Me? I was trying to believe that someone else was as cuckoo for this Brooklyn band as I was.
Editor’s Note: It took us awhile to collect our thoughts and reflect upon the events of May 21st. Like any eventful night, it inspired conflicting opinions. We will bring you two of those opinions, the first from Mache here, and the second from Zack in the next post.
Some of my friends are sad that last weekend is over already and some others are happy it is finally over. Last weekend China was invaded by music, it’s been a non-stop music trip since Layabozi began its operations, and the ride is getting more intense every time. One would imagine after a year of this we would already be used to these “rush-hour” weeks of music, but still sometimes it’s overwhelming.
The place was packed and it was only 9pm. With the new renovations Yuyingtang’s manager Durn (Haisheng) has been working on, a lot more folks can squeeze in to get their live fix, and over 400 turned up for the show Saturday night. After getting us all excited with Yoi and Pinkberry, nice and cozy with Wild Cat (the Asian rock team), and then revved up with Crazy Mushroom slinging us around from a whisper to a scream, Hedgehog made a big entrance.
Last week I made the trip out to the Park Hyatt in the World Financial Center to drown the sorrow of the Daft Punk hoax, which is not to say that I bought a ticket but that I, like Bill Clinton, feel your pain. I went to check out a band that I had been hearing a lot about and my sorrows were well drowned.