my two from this week's new york press (11.02.05)

xiu xiu
november 03, 8

we like to stalk musicians. currently, we're stalking xiu xiu, who just played bowery ballroom at the beginning of september. we penned a preview of the performance and then watched quietly from the audience, occasionally shushing those around us so we could hear singer jamie stewart's muted lyrics and guitar. we plan on continuing our indie-stalking on the nyu campus this thursday to close out our halloween week. as narcissistic stalkers, we always put our eyes and ears out for musicians who are like ourselves (likeably creepy). we found our match in san jose's xiu xiu. with lyrics rife with disturbing images like"cremate me after you come on my lips," we sometimes get the feeling that jamie stewart could well be stalking us.

spoon
november 05, 9

there is a guy we work with who we all whispered about on his first day in the office. "holy crap. that guy is totally britt daniel, the lead singer of spoon." unfortunately, he only looked like britt daniel. damn. no lunchtime jam sessions out back in the smoking area. still, we often dream of what life would be like if britt daniel did work in our office. we'd be all like, "hey britt, remember back in the '90s when you got dropped from elektra and then wrote a whole ep about it?" he'd be all like, "of course, but i'm trying to get this email out before five. enough with the music questions, ok? and do we always have to play my albums in here? i understand that gimme fiction's all new and you like it, but i can't concentrate if i hear myself singing in the background. can't we put on some boz scaggs?"

next week (11.09): arctic monkeys