nouvel an avec Mike Patton à NY ?

http://www.tonicnyc.com/index.cfm?&sk=44A37317-17BA-4743-90C1-C69382DCAD7C&&idPage=39&idEvent=5447&dStartDate=12_31_2005

sacré concert hein ??

marche pas le lien...c'est quoi?

moi y marche...
mais bon
c'est le programme du 31 decembre au tonic à NY, une salle de concert..
le voici :
Sat, Dec 31

7pm

Hemophiliac: John Zorn, Mike Patton & Ikue Mori plus John Zorn's Electric Masada ($60)
John Zorn, Mike Patton & Ikue Mori: With John Zorn (alto sax), Ikue Mori (drum machine / power book) & Mike Patton . Mike Patton, Ikue Mori and John Zorn are Hemophiliac, and together they are responsible for some of the wildest improvisational music ever--this is new music from the outer reaches of madness.

John Zorn's Electric Masada: With Jamie Saft (keyboard), Ikue Mori (drum machine / power book), Marc Ribot (guitar), Cyro Baptista (percussion), Joey Baron (drums), Kenny Wollesen (drums) & Trevor Dunn (bass). The powerhouse electric version of Zorn's beloved Masada.

10pm
Electric Masada with special guest vocalist Mike Patton ($60)

$60 includes champagne toast at midnight. $75 includes champagne toast plus Marc Ribot set at 12:30

1am
Special New Year's Eve Set: Marc Ribot's Ceramic Dog
($20, $20 in advance)
featuring special guest singer Mahogony Plywood aka Mr. Fashion
With Marc Ribot (guitar), Shahzad Ismaily (drums / guitar) & Ches Smith (drums).

MON DIEU!!!

Quel folie ma parole!!!
...mais pourquoi je suis jamais au bon moment au endroits ou il faut etre
mais donc Patton fais la fête hors famille....sans sa femme....car en plus le 28 & 29 dec il joue avec Rhazel, à New York aussi...titiou ce mec!

en gros IL FAUT ETRE A NEWY YORK pour la nouvel ans si tu veux pas mourir idiot. Quel misère...

Maudit! Si j'avais pas un horaire aussi chargé cette année, je me ferais une trip NY! Ha!!!! c'est poche!!

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MON DIEU!!!

Quel folie ma parole!!!
...mais pourquoi je suis jamais au bon moment au endroits ou il faut etre
mais donc Patton fais la fête hors famille....sans sa femme....car en plus le 28 & 29 dec il joue avec Rhazel, à New York aussi...titiou ce mec!

en gros IL FAUT ETRE A NEWY YORK pour la nouvel ans si tu veux pas mourir idiot. Quel misère...

Il va surement fêter fort le 31 au soir, après le chow!
Puis se reposer en famille le 1 er, j'imagine.
On lui en souhaite une bonne!!

mouais c'est pô juste ! c'est toujours les new yorkais qui ont le droit à tout

Ca c'est bien vrai!! Je bouillonne en dedans juste à voir la liste des invités! C'est pas juste!! En plus, il ont du champagne à minuit!! re
C'est décidé, j'appelle ma soeur ce soir pour lui demander si elle veut fêter le nouvelle an à NY l'an prochain! En plus, c'est pas si loin de chez moi! Honte à moi qui n'y vais même pas!
Ca va me prendre du temps à m'en remettre de celle là!

Chaque année la même chose...

Enculés de ricains !

niknakpaddywak a écrit:

Ca va me prendre du temps à m'en remettre de celle là!

si tu cherches le réconfort dans les épaules musclées d'un Breton, tu sais où me trouver

Ben ça c'est bien gentil! Mais tu es, malheureusement, géographiquement indésirable!
Je t'assure que si tu habitais le pays des québeceux, je courrais me réconforter dans tes bras!

...c'est vrai que ça fait mal, hein, cette nouvelle du 31 au soir.

là, ouais, non, j'aurai été new-yorkais ces jours-ci j'aurai pu considérer que ma vie était une réussite. Electric Masada avec Patton et surtout ce concert faussement titré "Painkiller vs. method of defiance" (soit Zorn, Laswell, Patton, un duo de DJ mais aussi, putain, Otomo Yoshihide, Tatsuya Yoshida et Cyro Baptista, en gros le combo parfait), sans parler des plaisants hors d'oeuvres qu'ont du être les Patton/Rahzel, Hemophiliac, Ribot et Dalek, peuvent suffire à remplir une vie de bon souvenirs. Je vais me faire religieux pendant quelques jours histoires de prier pour la présence, à défaut d'une caméra, au moins d'une ou deux bonnes ames enregistreuses.

faut que j'arrête d'aller voir les programmes de tonic, the stone (putain la prog de the stone en décembre!) et varsaw, certes, ça ne sert qu'à faire du mal.

J'y étais à ce concert du nouvel an. Mouais ben bof, pas terrible. Heureusement le bar était pas cher.

2 chroniques des concerts de nouvel an a NYC.

Avec Rahzel 28.12.05

Citation :

Patton, Rahzel Rekindle Partnership In Brooklyn
Ron Hart, N.Y.

There's nothing more satisfying than witnessing two masters of a particular musical skill in collaboration, be it guitar legends Chet Atkins and Les Paul, jazz drummers Buddy Rich and Gene Krupa or even Donny Hathaway singing with Roberta Flack.

But no alliance is more fun and exciting than when avant-metal guru Mike Patton and the Jimi Hendrix of the human beat box, Rahzel tha Godfather of Noyze, come together on stage. When they surprised fans in 2003 with a brief, unexpected series of shows, they offered a rusty but entertaining display of how two disparate voices and a pair of mics could create a veritable symphony of sonic delights.

The duo made a triumphant return to the NYC area over the holiday break with a two-date stand at Brooklyn's Warsaw Polish National Home, with opening acts Dub Trio on the first night, Dalek on the second and Wilco drummer Glen Kotche's one-man band act on both evenings.

Those lucky enough to have attended the opening show caught another stellar performance from the Brooklyn-based Trio, faithful students of Pole and Prince Jammy who have taken a more metallic edge to their post-dub flavor. This was especially clear when Patton joined them for a killer version of "Not Alone," an old school Faith No More-style rocker featuring Mike on lead vocals that will appear on Dub Trio's forthcoming "New Heavy," due May 9 via ROIR.

As a unit, Patton and Rahzel showed a vast improvement from their prior area appearance at Irving Plaza. They seemed a lot looser and more comfortable around each other and their varied styles exhibited a more cohesive chemistry, which led to a highly entertaining show.

While the tone of the set remained in the vein of experimental improvisation, the laughs far outweighed the bug-outs this time around. The comedic banter seemed a lot more natural between the two men, both of whom are well-known for their zany stage antics. At one point, Patton hijacked a cell phone call answered by a girl up front during a song, and harassed the caller with his trademark irreverent humor.

Sure, the duo did manage to promote the Patton-curated Ennio Morricone anthology on his Ipecac label with some off-the-cuff jamming straight off the most psychedelic Italian art house flick and a little Polish party music in tribute to the venue.

But overall, their set was dominated by other peoples' music, moving the crowd with intriguing, all-voice renditions of such pop nuggets as the White Stripes' "Seven Nation Army" and Madonna's "Ray of Light," which they kicked into after coming across it on a radio they had miked up to their amps.

They even busted out a little Sizzla, throwing his crucial anthem "Solid as a Rock" into the mix. But the highlight of the night was their wild version of Kanye's "Gold Digger," with Patton chanting the Jamie Foxx/Ray Charles hook through a CB mic, second only to an appropriate homage to the late ODB with an outstanding Rahzel-led tear-up of "Got Your Money."

http://www.billboard.com/bbcom/reviews/live_review_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1001804751


Electric Masada Tonic New York 31.1205

Citation :

The choices are there like a dessert cart after you've already stuffed your face on the three previous courses. Exhaustion and a paucity of brain cells that were up to the challenge aside, it wasn't like I was staying home on New Year's. But, forsaking the big names at the Garden or another night of can't-miss-Mule, it was a personal favorite: Electric Masada at Tonic. It was the big hunka chocolate cake that I couldn't say "no" to.

What more can I say than "transcendent" – rich, flavorful, a hint of something exotic. My digestive juices jumped and spit with each zap of Marc Ribot's guitar. My colon wept at the crushing, dream rhythm section of Wolleson, Baron, Baptiste, and Dunn. The set alternated between klezmer-tinged electro-jazz romps and loud, punked out freeform wailing with special guest Mike Patton bringing an uncommon shrieking to the "music" like only he could.

Perhaps the most entertaining moment of the night was a near anti-climax. The band had settled into a quiet, moody section lead by Baron's signature melodic drumming when the sound-girl announced over the PA that there were only a few seconds until midnight. The end of the year was nigh! John Zorn in one quick yelp summed up his status as Jewish avant-garde rebel shouted "Who gives a shit!?! It's not my New Year!" and then summoned Patton back to the stage. Here the band, as always acting as a single blob of clay, instantaneously forming the music in Zorn's head, somersaulted the music from subtle whisper to anxious howl as Patton shouted a countdown that had nothing to do with the clock or even the passage of seconds in our known universe. Still, somehow, when the Patton clock struck zero, it was 2006. The music was at an insane climax, a giant bowl of JamBran cleansing my system for the New Year.

http://www.jambase.com/headsup.asp?storyID=7719

Je comprend pas l'anglais es ce que quelqu'un pourrais traduir ?

|BRAM| a écrit:

2 chroniques des concerts de nouvel an a NYC.

Avec Rahzel 28.12.05

Citation :

Patton, Rahzel Rekindle Partnership In Brooklyn
Ron Hart, N.Y.

There's nothing more satisfying than witnessing two masters of a particular musical skill in collaboration, be it guitar legends Chet Atkins and Les Paul, jazz drummers Buddy Rich and Gene Krupa or even Donny Hathaway singing with Roberta Flack.

But no alliance is more fun and exciting than when avant-metal guru Mike Patton and the Jimi Hendrix of the human beat box, Rahzel tha Godfather of Noyze, come together on stage. When they surprised fans in 2003 with a brief, unexpected series of shows, they offered a rusty but entertaining display of how two disparate voices and a pair of mics could create a veritable symphony of sonic delights.

The duo made a triumphant return to the NYC area over the holiday break with a two-date stand at Brooklyn's Warsaw Polish National Home, with opening acts Dub Trio on the first night, Dalek on the second and Wilco drummer Glen Kotche's one-man band act on both evenings.

Those lucky enough to have attended the opening show caught another stellar performance from the Brooklyn-based Trio, faithful students of Pole and Prince Jammy who have taken a more metallic edge to their post-dub flavor. This was especially clear when Patton joined them for a killer version of "Not Alone," an old school Faith No More-style rocker featuring Mike on lead vocals that will appear on Dub Trio's forthcoming "New Heavy," due May 9 via ROIR.

As a unit, Patton and Rahzel showed a vast improvement from their prior area appearance at Irving Plaza. They seemed a lot looser and more comfortable around each other and their varied styles exhibited a more cohesive chemistry, which led to a highly entertaining show.

While the tone of the set remained in the vein of experimental improvisation, the laughs far outweighed the bug-outs this time around. The comedic banter seemed a lot more natural between the two men, both of whom are well-known for their zany stage antics. At one point, Patton hijacked a cell phone call answered by a girl up front during a song, and harassed the caller with his trademark irreverent humor.

Sure, the duo did manage to promote the Patton-curated Ennio Morricone anthology on his Ipecac label with some off-the-cuff jamming straight off the most psychedelic Italian art house flick and a little Polish party music in tribute to the venue.

But overall, their set was dominated by other peoples' music, moving the crowd with intriguing, all-voice renditions of such pop nuggets as the White Stripes' "Seven Nation Army" and Madonna's "Ray of Light," which they kicked into after coming across it on a radio they had miked up to their amps.

They even busted out a little Sizzla, throwing his crucial anthem "Solid as a Rock" into the mix. But the highlight of the night was their wild version of Kanye's "Gold Digger," with Patton chanting the Jamie Foxx/Ray Charles hook through a CB mic, second only to an appropriate homage to the late ODB with an outstanding Rahzel-led tear-up of "Got Your Money."

Trad : c'était bien.

|BRAM| a écrit:

Electric Masada Tonic New York 31.1205

Citation :

The choices are there like a dessert cart after you've already stuffed your face on the three previous courses. Exhaustion and a paucity of brain cells that were up to the challenge aside, it wasn't like I was staying home on New Year's. But, forsaking the big names at the Garden or another night of can't-miss-Mule, it was a personal favorite: Electric Masada at Tonic. It was the big hunka chocolate cake that I couldn't say "no" to.

What more can I say than "transcendent" – rich, flavorful, a hint of something exotic. My digestive juices jumped and spit with each zap of Marc Ribot's guitar. My colon wept at the crushing, dream rhythm section of Wolleson, Baron, Baptiste, and Dunn. The set alternated between klezmer-tinged electro-jazz romps and loud, punked out freeform wailing with special guest Mike Patton bringing an uncommon shrieking to the "music" like only he could.

Perhaps the most entertaining moment of the night was a near anti-climax. The band had settled into a quiet, moody section lead by Baron's signature melodic drumming when the sound-girl announced over the PA that there were only a few seconds until midnight. The end of the year was nigh! John Zorn in one quick yelp summed up his status as Jewish avant-garde rebel shouted "Who gives a shit!?! It's not my New Year!" and then summoned Patton back to the stage. Here the band, as always acting as a single blob of clay, instantaneously forming the music in Zorn's head, somersaulted the music from subtle whisper to anxious howl as Patton shouted a countdown that had nothing to do with the clock or even the passage of seconds in our known universe. Still, somehow, when the Patton clock struck zero, it was 2006. The music was at an insane climax, a giant bowl of JamBran cleansing my system for the New Year.

Trad : c'était sympa.

Ca me fait plaisir de t'aider.