Let's Get Musseled

Did you know that mussels taste good? If not, maybe charming young Frenchmen, such simple sophisticates, will convince you. Still not? Pair them with promo-copy for one American restaurant and the following money quote, and how can you not believe the Times?

“I’ll tell you who ate mussels in America 25 years ago,” said Paul Brayton, a Maine-based expert in shellfish aquaculture. “In a pizza joint in Jersey, if your pizza was taking too long, they used to send out half a dozen mussels on the half shell."

Yes. And some people in America even eat mussels at the dinner table, New Bedford-style, with chorizo, cooked in a big red steaming pot, over pasta. But telling the Times that would throw off their penchant for breaking news trends (pysch!). That, and their willingness to print writers while they're on vacation, hamming it up on French Nantucket, learning the proper way to squat for a shit.

Note: Judy's on the Seat now.

Remember when we sweat on Coney Island, Pt. 2 (featuring Art Brut)

Follow the page down, or just click here to jump to the Seat's previous coverage of now-old-news Siren Fest. Do we care that this event happened weeks ago? No. Did I have to wait for film to develop, busy myself with other things, and then scan glossy prints? Yes. But, really, it's all for this. Jonathan Richman sang about "Israel's arid plains" once, and here's Eddie Argos, singing a song "to make Israel and Palestine get along." Need I say more, folks?







And then Eddie Argos gets tired, and talks with more detail about Emily Kane.


Then he jumps into the crowd.

And then I'm face to face with Eddie. Sam's helping him rock out, but I can't snap a decent photo.


And, for good measure, the jaded Stylus reviewer himself, pissed off that I won't go with to see Scissor Sisters.

Hey, remember when we sweat on Coney Island?

Here we have the Rogers Sisters, with emphasis on bassist Miyuki Furtado, whom Sam and I recently passed one quiet night last week in Brooklyn.

Tapes 'N Tapes was endearing, and boring. But Man Man, on the other hand...

...was crafty kitchen sink, acid-face mayhem. I don't think their straight. In fact, I think they'd get along well with hippie Ernie.