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RATATAT/Omar Souleyman/Black Pus @ Central Park Summerstage 7.13.11


Since watching RATATAT's wizardry unfold under the night sky during this year's fantastic Coachella stream, we wanted to go to there but NYC style. We hit the jackpot with the announcement of this Summerstage show. Not only did we get what we wished but we got a second chance to right the wrongs of last year's Terminal 5 show: get there early, stand closer to the stage and dance the whole night through. This mission was beyond accomplished.

Arriving not long after doors and with time to spare, we quickly remedied a massive hunger with some amazing Mexican style corn on a Chinese stick. As we sat and ate the delicious corn looking like idiots we saw guitarist Mike Stroud. He and his beautiful 'stache probably saw us too -- as we were staring and the only two people in that area-- and chose not to encourage the dorky corn-munching beasts in the distance. We don't blame him. After this sighting, appeared another vision. One of the long, gingery/goldie locked and full-bearded persuasion, a stage crew dude who with that hair, effortless cool and perfect worn t-shirt and jeans combo could easily pass for a third member of RATATAT.

Found a decent spot near the stage where we half basted in the sun to the drumming hysteria of Black Pus. The one-man-band of Brian Chippendale, in a creepy cool  blue-bearded green mask and headphones, went ape shit on his psychedelically painted kit and said indistinguishable distorted gibberish into a phantom mic, making our brains leak through our noses. It was pretty much the same mind-frying magic he threw out when I saw him play with Lighting Bolt in April and it was gooood.

Veteran Syrian singer Omar Souleyman came out after a lengthy intro that highlighted his impressive career, bringing the noise and the rain. Our perfect sunny day was brought to a pause by a storm cloud but by no means stopped Souleyman or our hips from moving to the electro rhythms and his beautiful ornamented voice. In his traditional Arab garb: a red and white shamagh and pristine white bata and sunglasses, he let the music and voice do all the work, only walking from one end of the stage to the other clapping, instructing us to do so, too. Despite some rude people, many in the crowd seemed to enjoy him as much as we did. So did the sky, which after the big soak, gave us a rainbow in appreciation.

Mike and Evan also enjoyed both of the openers from backstage through rain and shine, equally amazed and humbled to be in the company of such talented musicians that night.



It wasn't long until the duo caused their own mind explosions from the stage. Once again, Mike Stroud and Evan Mast proved to be the dudes with the most raditude that night.  We all got into the groove and put hands up in the air to the rhythm of their little bit folky and very rock 'n' roll bangers "Loud Pipes," "Lex," "Wildcat," "Falcon Jab," "Drugs," "Neckbrace," "Party with Children," "Shempi," "Montanita" and a new song, too.

Standing closer had its obvious benefits, we got to witness some of our favorite things during the set:

* The visuals. Especially the ghost string section in powdered wigs and sweet shades projected on the glass.
* We don't know if he was specifically pumped because of the awesome lineup or the stars were aligned but Mike was infected with the funk like we've never seen before. When not engaging in his signature guitar shred moves (that backbend!) or on a speaker, he was bobbing his head, shaking those shoulders, dancing about and pumping the crowd up super hard. Whatever it was, he definitely gained extra status in our hearts after this display.
* Double-teamed drums (!!!) one exclamation mark for each time it happened.
* BFF moments. Basically any time they were next to each other, their tightness is apparent and we love it.

In our own BFF fashion, held each other tight and squealed bursting with excitement. Happy to have experienced yet another great show together, acknowledging that we are addicted to RATATAT and we will see them live wherever we are, forever until the end, and finally that this show was only the beginning of their sweet sounds infiltrating our days and nights, filling us with thoughts of being reincarnated as their songs until we're blasted into the cosmos by another great band.

Photos from the show here.

Ratatat/DOM/Bobby Birdman @ Terminal 5 10.9.10

Ratatat (press still)
After a stuffing at Hummus Kitchen and trying REALLY hard to get to Terminal 5 after all the openers* we got there while Ratatat was one song or so into their set, our greatest fear come true!

Entering the floor we got blasted by steaming hot hot heat-- a side effect of the place being filled to capacity -- (this where I write a clever line comparing the hotness in the venue with the music's hotness BUT I WILL NOT!) we worked our way up to the less claustrophobic 3rd tier where we removed our coats to dance and peek in between heads to witness the awesome going on below.

This particular Saturday Mike Stroud and Evan Mast were the coolest dudes ever. On stage clouded by smoke and screens looping images of a rotating classic sculptures and a Beethoven(?) bust, parakeet motifs, their creepy music video for "Drugs" and other awesome things like lazers, they pumped through a lot of Classics and LP4 with bits of the other albums without saying much except "AYO!" and "Thank you" a few times.

Even though the volume was at about a 12 at T5, I felt like it needed to be louder which made me think "These dudes need to do arena shows!" Many indie bands don't translate well to such a large, less intimate setting but Ratatat have the guitar power of an old school arena rock band -- only they replace sucky power ballads with danceable electro-rawk grooves.

Music geekiness: Loved that instead of getting other peeps to cover their bases live, they had a set up that allowed them to easily rotate about and go from gultar/bass to keyboard to drums whenever necessary.

Also I think it was Mike who did the crabcore guitar pose which reminded me of the gif below and made me laugh.



The characters at this show were mostly on the majorly entertaining scale. While Snail and I stood up, I was in back of this girl with the most amazing smelling hair and when she whipped it around it was intoxicating. Snail unfortunately just had some dude talking shit to his friend who was most likely the fan out of the two.

After Snail left my side to sit and I already had my danceathons to faves "Wildcat" and "Lex," I joined her and we chair danced like nuts and observed the other people on our tier for the rest of the night. The main attraction was a group of friends with individual unique dancing styles. We didn't make fun because there's a fine line between dancing to the beat of your own drummer and dancing to a beat that's no where to be heard in the room. They were doing the first and we loved watching them.

There was also this kid that kept running around the tier and dancing. When he got tired he would randomly sit next to us and then get up and do it again. By the time I vowed to blow his mind and scare him by dancing with him when he came back, he just joined the aforementioned group of dancers, womp womp!

After the hour and half set we chilled on the leather couch until the people left the steeple, I committed a petty crime and we got home before midnight! We're old ladies.

For more on this show and some crappy pics of Ratatat check out the Village Voice.
*We always try to get to shows late when we're not interested in the opening bands but always get there eariler than anticipated.