A place for everything…

First a last-minute spare ticket courtesy of a very kind future flatmate and her equally kind record-label working friend at Interscope: Free tickets up on the balcony of the Hammerstein Ballroom to see Feist, albeit very small and off in the distance…I stayed for a very entertaining hour where she covered plenty I know (for shame, my techno roots are appalled) and some I didn’t. Great use of multi-layered sampling on vox, achieving a dense, rich sound onstage with just herself and her guitar looped many times through a delay unit. There were also utterly beautiful visuals in the background: we’ve all played with overhead projectors before, in this instance a couple of artists worked in the background of the stage, sculpting shapes, drawing patterns in sand and with lightsticks, silhouettes of leaves etc, all dreamily projected up onto a giant screen at the back of the stage. Lush.

Then a quick cab-dash across town at 10.30 to catch the first of a series of programs of short films I’m trying to see at Tribeca Film Festival. Last night was the Nuthouse program, with a tagline ” We’re ‘committed’ to surprising you, scaring you, or just plain creeping you out in this late night program.”.

Two films of the 8 really stood out for me:

• Last Time In Clerkenwell is the crazy ass-shaking lovechild of the old Ki-Ora ads and Mr Scruff and made me seriously rofl :)

• Kirksdale had the production values of a serious feature film and was probably the most bloody, violent film I’ve seen in a while, certainly possessing the most excruciatingly wince-worthily painful walk-on-broken ankles scene I’ve ever seen.

More films tonight too :)