During my first trip to New York, circa about eight years old, my parents took me to the Whitney Museum to check out a (very) contemporary art exhibit. In hipster retrospect, this is cool; yet all I remember from this freaky exhibit was a television screen of a white painted dude eating the bloodied flesh of a buffalo. Call me a little bitch, but ever since then, I have stayed away from the Whitney during my yearly museum visits. However, since the start of the “Whitney Live” this summer (concerts “with upstarts in experimental pop, tropicalia, chill-wave, beach music, garage rock, post-punk, and globe-trotting bass-inflected DJ beats”) I have decided to put aside my irrational fears of cannibalistic art forms in order to rock out for free. On that note, Brooklyn-based Tanlines, will be performing this Friday for your dance floor pleasures! Incorporating hints of African percussion, ritualistic chanting and a mix of instrument-heavy-vocal-steady beats, this duo produces music with sun-drenched, poppy life. Who knew the Whitney could put on a hella fun beach party? Anyways, it’s totally worth it. Just don’t forget your Bull Frog. – Alex Daly