ribot = badass
New York's remarkable experimental music venue, Tonic, closed its doors on Friday. Just the most recent in a long, sad list of music venues that don't book Fall Out Boy or charge $50/ticket to close due to skyrocketing rent. Everyone's not going to go to Avery Fisher to hear exciting new performers, and every exciting new performer isn't going to play there. So when the Tonics and CBGBs of the world get squeezed out by condo towers, and when the music itself is improvised/collaborated on/composed specifically for events at the venue, that music quite literally disappears.
Marc Ribot kept playing till the cops shut the place down, and got arrested because he is, in addition to being a truly gifted and bizarre guitarist, a straight badass motherfucker.
Hmm? What's that? What did I do for the world of music today?
Oh. While I was riding the BART to work, I composed a song called "Get Me A Donut," which, as should be patently obvious, has no verses.
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I'm bummed about tonic, but CBGBs was moribund and that and its closing had as much to with Hilly Cristal's refusal to invest in the space for years or book decent acts as the gentrification of the east village and LES, which i will be the last person to argue has not been a problem for many new yorkers.
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