Jeff Rosenstock

Jeff Rosenstock (10:00 PM)

Laura Stevenson (9:00 PM)

Kitty Kat Fan Club (8:15 PM)

The Matt Kurz One (7:30 PM)

Thu, July 27, 2017

7:00 pm


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Jeff Rosenstock - (Set time: 10:00 PM)
Jeff Rosenstock
11:37 PM
It’s almost midnight on a Saturday in the summer, and I live in New York City. I’m still in my 30s
and I don’t have to get up early tomorrow. By anyone’s standards, I should be heading out for the
night; dancing, drinking, meeting up with old friends, making new friends, making mistakes, and
feeling young in a city that allows you to remain young despite your age growing higher. I should
be out there living.
Instead, I just put a load of laundry in the machine in my building’s basement. I’m wearing a pair
of green shorts and I feel like an asshole in them. I have knobby knees and shorts don’t look good
on me. I am wearing a light green tshirt
and the whole outfit makes me vaguely feel like a
man dressed up for his first day of kindergarten. I am going nowhere tonight, and I
suspect this may apply in the long term as well.
This seems like the perfect time to write about Jeff Rosenstock .
Because no one I’ve ever met creates art that encapsulates this state of mind more than Jeff. It’s
music that’s catchier than any other music, music you can scream along to in a joyous frenzy. But
simultaneously, if you really listen to the lyrics you’re shouting, they can speak to a loneliness and
desperation so profound it’s soul crushing. I’ve lost myself in joy to Jeff’s songs and I’ve sat alone
depressed to Jeff’s songs, and I’ve felt both those things to the same song, sometimes on back to
back listens.
Nobody can take the exhilaration and possibilities of life and balance them with the depression of
a laundry room on a Saturday night like Jeff Rosenstock. His music can be like a funeral taking
place inside a bouncy house, or like a kids’ birthday party taking place inside a morgue. I say that
with the utmost sincerity and the intent to offer only the highest of praise.
If you’re reading this, you probably know the legend of Jeff Rosenstock by now. The Arrogant
Sons of Bitches had Long Island’s attention, and then mutated into Bomb the Music Industry, a
collection of musicians that were among the first to just give their music away, that spray painted
for fans, that did everything in a way that was financially illadvised
and built a cult unlike
any other in the process. Sometimes their shows had a dozen musicians on stage, sometimes it
was Jeff and an ipod. No matter what, there was always one thing that remained the same – this
band had as much integrity as Fugazi with none of the pretension but with all the emotion but
with a lot more fun and also I have to reiterate none of the pretension. To me it seems like Bomb
was like Fugazi if the members of Fugazi had been willing to let down their guards and laugh at
fart jokes. Again, this is meant as high praise. I really like Fugazi and am not trying to talk shit, it’s
just an apt metaphor.
When Bomb ended, Jeff was left standing in a lonely spotlight and we all wondered if he’d be ok.
Instead of even giving u s time to find out, he put out We Cool? and showed us all what growing up

looks like. Growing up fucking sucks, but it’s not for melodramatic reasons. It sucks because your
joints start hurting and you know you probably aren’t gonna get some of the things done that
you’ve always promised yourself you’re gonna get done and you still have a lot of guilt about
dumb shit you pulled when you were like 19. We Cool? showed us that Jeff Rosenstock’s version
of growing up wasn’t going to betray Bomb or its fans or the things people loved about them, it
was going to put a magnifying glass on his own impulses and insecurities as an individual in a
way that was both shockingly frank and impossibly catchy.
Jeff’s music, if you ask me, is for people who really and truly feel like they could change the world,
if only they could muster up the strength to leave the fucking house. It’s for people who get into
group situations and have every instinct inside their heads scream that the world is a fucked up
and terrifying place and they should crumble up into a corner and wait to die, but who instead
dance like idiots because what the fuck else is there to do? It’s music that makes me feel like
maybe, just maybe, if I do things the right way I can help make the world a better place, while
with the knowledge that I don’t fucking matter and there’s no reason not to give up,
except maybe I shouldn’t because what if deep down people are actually beautiful, giving, and
It’s music that makes me lose myself like I used to when I was 13 and first discovered the joy of
punk rock, but it’s also music that makes me think way too fucking hard about why the world is
how it is and if I might be someone with enough heart to throw a few punches in the effort to
make shit just a tiny bit better for others for one fucking second of one fucking day.
It’s simple punk rock. It’s also complicated and beautiful and working class and perfect.
Is the above a little cheesy? Sure. But I think it’s true and I think it’s all worth saying. Because
having become friends with Jeff over the past few years, I can say the following with great
certainty – he actually is what he says he is. And because of that, all the above applies. His
integrity is untouchable. We all need to take a second and appreciate how much time this guy has
wasted finding all ages venues. How much money he has passed on to retain his credibility as an
artist. If other artists – myself chief among them – conducted themselves with an ounce of the
integrity Jeff approaches all areas of art and life with, the world would be a better place.
I know this might sound silly to people who don’t get it – they might say “ It’s just punk rock, calm
down.” – but fuck those people, we all know Jeff is a musical genius. If he wanted to go ghost write
songs for Taylor Mars and Bruno Swift, I bet he could make millions of dollars doing so. Music is
easy for him. He could write empty songs and hand them off to hollow artists and we all know
he’d kill it and he wouldn’t have to deal with shaking down shady promoters for a few hundred
bucks or driving overnight to get to the next venue or stressing about paying bills or any of it. He
continues to not do any of that easy shit and that’s because he’s not bullshitting about doing
things not just the right way, but in a way that’s more idealistic than reality actually allows for. He
does that for us.

The guy is a genius poet while simultaneously being the definition of a fucking goon from Long
Island. There is nothing not to love. The album you are about to listen to, WORRY., only furthers
and exceeds the myth of Jeff Rosenstock, he who is mythical for being the most normal dude from
a boring place any of us have ever met; mythical for sticking to his guns when all logic points in
the other direction; mythical for writing melodies that stick in our brains and lyrics that rip our
guts out; mythical most of all for being not mythical at all. He’s just Jeff. It’s not that complicated.
But in a world where everything is driven by branding and image and hidden agendas, being not
that complicated makes him perhaps the most complicated artist I know.
Enjoy this album. Enjoy it as a whole. The second half is going to blow your mind with its
ambitiousness – in my opinion the second half of this album will be viewed over time as a
triumph and high water mark of a cool ass career. And the singles – “Wave Goodnight to Me” is
untouchable. “Blast Damage Days” will make you feel ok about the fact that the world seems to
be built on a foundation of quicksand.
And when you’re done listening, don’t forget – you probably can’t change the world, but you’re
kind of a dick if you don’t at least try. Jeff’s been falling on the sword for the rest of us for years
and it’s on all of us to at least go down swinging.
Chris Gethard
PS – John DeDomenici ain’t bad either.
Laura Stevenson - (Set time: 9:00 PM)
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson is finally learning not to worry. After more than a year of national and worldwide touring following the release of her critically acclaimed album Wheel, both headlining, and alongside such varied acts as Against Me!, The Go-Go’s, Kevin Devine, Tim Kasher of Cursive, and The Gaslight Anthem, the songwriter made the move from her between-tour home base of Brooklyn, to upstate New York’s Hudson River Valley. There, she rented a nineteenth- century Victorian, a former brothel in a cement-mining town-turned hippie-enclave, and converted the attic into a makeshift studio. It was in this space that she and her band went to work arranging and demoing the eleven songs she had written that would make up Cocksure, Stevenson’s fourth album. The record features musicians Mike Campbell, Alex Billig and Peter Naddeo, who in various incarnations have performed with her for over seven years, as well as newcomer Samantha Niss, a long-time Hudson Valley resident and the veritable go-to drummer of the region.

Where 2013’s Wheel was full of lingering uncertainty, harkening to Stevenson’s folk and country leanings, Cocksure is a straightforward, to the point, emboldened rock and roll album. Although some existential dread still peaks through the cracks, Stevenson treats themes as heavy-hearted as sudden and tragic death, self-imposed exile in small windowless rooms, and that back-of-your- mind anxiety that the road you’re on may not be the right one, as their own signs of life; a life that is brightly colored by those realities.

With influences ranging from The Lemonheads, Liz Phair, and The Replacements, to early Weezer and the Smoking Popes, Cocksure maintains Stevenson’s unique vulnerability, and steadfast devotion to a solid and honest melody. In the writing process, she challenged herself to be true to whatever was going to come out of her, with many of the tracks featuring melodies that were purely stream of consciousness. “I felt like over-working it would suck some of the spirit out of the songs… this record needed that spontaneity. Spending so much time editing and second guessing yourself takes all the life out of it.”

This sense of spontaneity was maintained in the way Cocksure was recorded. In May of 2015, Stevenson and her band traveled city-bound to Room 17, a studio located in her old neighborhood of Bushwick, Brooklyn. “It’s this very positive and amazing space, and Joe Rogers, the engineer, was so enthusiastic about what we were doing. Everyone was comfortable enough to just really play and not get caught up in anything else.” All the main instrumentation on Cocksure was performed live, no clicks/no punches, under the watchful eyes of Rogers and producer Jeff Rosenstock, Stevenson’s long-time friend and collaborator. “Jeff was the perfect person for the job. All of his Bomb The Music Industry! and solo recordings have this energy to them, they’re like living things. I wanted to capture some of the magic he has.” The album was later mixed and mastered by Jack Shirley (Joyce Manor, Deafheaven, Tony Molina) at Atomic Garden Studios in Palo Alto, CA.

Self-assurance is a new hat for Stevenson, and on Cocksure she confronts her usual tendencies toward self-deprecation head-on. “It’s freeing to stop being so hard on yourself, and to quiet down all of the outside noise,” she says. “Once you’re able to do that, you can actually write what you should be writing.”

Laura Stevenson will release Cocksure on October 30, 2015, via Don Giovanni Records.
Kitty Kat Fan Club - (Set time: 8:15 PM)
Kitty Kat Fan Club
Just fun indie pop with a slathering of punk ethos.
The Matt Kurz One - (Set time: 7:30 PM)
The Matt Kurz One
"Coordinated beyond belief sums it up, that the music is truly good makes him pretty much just amazing”
-Julie Phillips Athens Banner Herald

“The gimmickry of Kurz’s current arrangement might get you to pay attention a bit longer than you would to any number of anonymous rock trios or quartets. The energetic quality of songwriting and the soulful execution are the real draw of this project, however, and he's likely to win over anyone who witnesses it firsthand.”
-Allistair StClair REAX Music

"Matt Kurz must be the most coordinated man on the planet... To do this is challenging but, to do this AND write and play good songs is something unbelievable. "

"Because Kurz is the kind of artist who inspires as much for how he plays music as the music itself...Coordinated beyond belief sums it up. That the music is truly good makes him pretty much just amazing."
--Julie Phillips--Athens Banner Herald

"Matt Kurz One is not an adorable one man band. He is badass. The dude plays bass guitar with his left foot, snare and bass drums with his right, with his left hand he plays the guitar, hi hat, and the keyboard, with his right he plays guitar, rack toms, and crash...And the music? It rocks."
--Jordan Stepp--Athens Music Junkie

“A true Rock and Roll Virtuoso”
-7 Inch Atlanta
Venue Information:
9081 Santa Monica Blvd
Los Angeles, CA, 90069

All lineups and times subject to change