We’re live from Joe Franklin’s office where there’s nowhere to sit because the office is rupturing. I’m invited to partake in some boxed wine. There’s 4 of us here with instruments and we don’t know each other apart from Jeff Young. We improvise, a woman from the Times Square Observer says we’d be perfect for the Upright Citizens Brigade. Nervously, the Japanese businessman starts singing There’s a Hero. A Pimp and his Ho drop by unexpected and record a segment about a boa constrictor vomiting pinkies. Joe Franklin falls asleep. A mystery man interrupts with anecdotes about pastrami. I got this video out of it. I also met Joey Molinaro.
Transfixed, you remember the simple delight of placing things together, forgetting you’ve forgotten you are more than the nullification of all noise. – Valerie Kuhene

What happens when you give a couple of alt/indie artists’ access to a powerhouse chamber group to indulge their classical music fantasies? Apparently… quite a bit. Usually found as the strings and winds backing many of Brooklyn’s indie acts (Vampire Weekend, My Brightest Diamond, The National), this time around


