I was having a quick flick through the Sitemeter yesterday, since navel-gazing in most every instance beats working for a living. In between a bunch of references from google searches for "Hot fresh girls" and links from the Park Slope message board (about which more later), was another lost soul trying to find out more on the provenance of indie rock iconlet and Lower Manhattan habitue Herschel Gaer.
You probably wouldn't call this nasty, scrappy, hateful blog a reliable repository for information on Mr. Gaer. Especially since what does exists here should more be read as a claim on my part to have belonged to the Lower East Side demi-monde of the early part of this century. In this respect, I think my half-formmed reminiscences do him a good service, because his rapid-fire friendliness on that, um, one occasion, convinced me that I was in the coolest city on earth. Still, he's definitely worth following.
And he's now on Myspace. Looking well louche, but still pretty well-preserved.
He has a new song up there titled "Sweatshop 'Till You Drop", which proves again, that while he doesn't birth forward insane catchy ditties at the rate of some songwriterz, he can do it every now and then. Yeah, even with Tourist. I can heartily recommend you go listen. Is power pop. Hold the electro.
[If you're wondering why I've stopped adding adroit and sarcastic little photos to posts, it is because blogger has forbidden it, a not unreasonable stance since almost every one is is the fruit of sweet larceny. Uploading the things to flickr seems to me to be even less ethical, so I'm going to sit around, scratch my capacious derriere, and think of a workaround. UPDATE: Hotlinking to Myspace pictures. If it's Rupert Murdoch's bandwidth, iss that wrong?]