Idolator

· Countdown to Celebrity Armageddon [Nick and Jessica Breakup Watch]
· Those indie rockers clearly have too much time on their hands. [Pernice Brothers]
· Graphic designers are a filthy bunch. [B3TA]

· Just when you thought you'd seen it all, a Yoruban priest becomes a renowned producer and drops house beats worth braving the rain for. Osunlade does exactly that tonight at S.O.B.'s and you don't even need a batik shirt to get in. [flavorpill]
· Arizonian imports Calexico bring their eclectic, jazz-infused, not-really-definable rock to the Bowery Ballroom. [BB]
· Get your hipster Hanukkah on with the Jersey Jews, as Yo La Tengo kicks off their annual 8-night residency at Maxwell's in Hoboken. [Maxwell's]

· Monday night music round-up: Wheatus at Safari Sam's; D.O.A. at the Knitting Factory; Yo La Tengo at the Henry Fonda.
· The Museum of Television and Radio hosts the L.A. Premiere of The World According to Sesame Street, a doc about the challenges of bringing the Muppets to countries where children have problems a little more profound than getting fat from eating too much junk food.
· Yeah, it's another way to sit on your ass and be entertained, but ALOUD at Central Library is screening Surfing L.A., an "improvisational documentary" about the "psychology of Los Angeles," that may at least make you feel like you've gone somewhere in search of diversion.

· New Yorker pop music critic Sasha Frere Jones moderates a panel at Columbia's J-School on — you guessed it — blogs, featuring editors from Rolling Stone, Fader, and a member of TV on the Radio. Good to see those big tuition dollars are being spent to keep students on the techological up and up. [flavorpill]
· There's another tsunami on the way and the kiddos in Darfur keep on dying, but Tonic has recouped 90% of the money they need to stay afloat. Yay! Yo La Tengo perform tonight to help 'em make that last push. [Tonic]
· In case you missed 'em last week, What's Up NYC tells us that newest British "it" band, the Kaiser Chiefs, perform at the Spin magazine office tonight at 6:30. They also tell us that RSVP-ing is necessary. They do not, however, tell us where to send said RSVP. We're sure you'll find a way around this problem. [WUNY]

• If you enjoy Moby, marine resources, and/or gift bags, buy a ticket for tonight's waterfront benefit honoring the "Stewards of the Estuary." Did we mention the gift bags? [CMRC]
• Yo La Tengo drums up an indie soundtrack for the "eight magical short films by surrealist aquanaut Jean Painleve." There's a metaphor in there somewhere about fishbowls and free concerts in Prospect Park. [flavorpill]
• Free with an anti-establishment twist: Easy Rider, featuring Dennis Hopper before he really lost his shit, screens courtesy of Movie With a View. [WUNYC]

Big Love (and other, weirder stuff) actress Chloë Sevigny was spotted over the weekend jamming out at a Sonic Youth concert with Yo La Tengo's Ira Kaplan. Some disapproving, fellow VIP section member sent us a sighting complete with name-calling and ass-bashing. And yet, whole worlds away, a mysterious would be Romeo posted a similar sighting on Craigslist, hoping for the bobo queen to give him a call. What different passions you stoke, Chloë. Read from the Sevigny files after the jump.

· We know that we descend into reflexive adolescent depravity every time Liz Phair visits town (she's at the House of Blues on Sunset tonight), but she was an integral part of the autoerotic development of many indie rock nerds of a certain-age. Elsewhere: Broken Social Scene at the Henry Fonda; Dean Ween plays with side project Moistboys at the Troubadour.
· Margaret Cho, John Cameron Mitchell, Kelly Osbourne, Yo La Tengo, Alan Cumming and others come together at Avalon for WedRock, an "evening of all-star comedy and music" benefiting Freedom to Marry.
· Writers Bloc presents 60 Minutes' Mike Wallace in conversation with Judy Muller of ABC News at the Temple Emanuel in Beverly Hills. No matter how hard we wish for it, they never seem to dress the speakers in inflatable sumo costumes and force them to grapple on stage.

Due to the strike that has gripped the nation by its creative balls, the cast of Saturday Night Live performed this week's show, with musical guest Yo La Tengo and host Michael Cera, in the moldy basement theater of Upright Citizen's Brigade. Not many people knew about it and fewer people actually got in. Maybe you read about it in the Times and felt bad about you weren't there. Don't worry. HuffPo's Rachel Sklar penned a 4511 word recap of the evening. (4511 fucking words. Recap.) Included in her accounting of every single sketch: "Man, did the crowd go nuts;" "Darrell Hammond, master impressionist: He really is." and " One hell of a show." Repeat this like 225 times. [HuffPo]

Friday
· Music round-up: Polyphonic Spree at Henry Fonda, Yo La Tengo at Ivar, Low Vs. Diamond at the Viper Room.
· Join Dunder Mifflin's five-o'clock-shadowed upper-management as B.J. Novak takes to the Hollywood Improv stage.
· AFI Fest continues with a screening of Sigur Ros - Heima, a documentary of the Icelandic band's recent tour of their homeland.

1. Quick!! Registration starts now for the Prada Sample Sale? Whaa? Indeed, according to the site: You must have an appointment to shop at the Prada Sample Sale. Each individual attending the sale must have an appointment. To re-schedule an appointment, the original appointment must first be cancelled and then a new appointment day and time selected. I love it when the jokes write themselves — more time for me to watch the interns make me martinis.
2. It s a good thing we have all these hipster concerts for Kerry, because I was just watching CNN (accidentally, of course), and some dude totally said that white, urban, 20-somethings are, like, the key swing demographic in the upcoming election. In any case, Yo La Tengo, the French Kicks, Lewis Black, Jonathan Ames, and others perform tonight at Spirit on West 27th for some good old fashioned Bush Bashing.
3. Dead Prez gets all political and shit at a free show at Marcus Garvey Park tonight.
4.Suddenly ex-New Jersey Governor Jim McGreevey — finally, someone from Jersey that I'd totally do.

Sofia Coppola slouches in a red damask banquette so battered and torn it's practically held together by duct tape. She twists the end of her "Go Metric" t-shirt around her forefinger, staring blankly into the middle distance. Finally, as the flash of yet another polaroid camera goes off and Yo La Tengo's "Deeper Into Movies" comes on the iPod at the long abandoned DJ station, she looks pleadingly into my face and she says, "I never wanted this to happen." Hey, so did you read the one in Adbusters about how hipsters spell the end of Western civilization? Scummy pints of cloudy beer, V-necks, kaffiyehs, and fixed-gear bicycles (no cheese doodle baskets at Bushwick Country Club?), all lamented in earnest New Journalese and questionable pronoun-antecedent agreement. And in what was once an eminently read hipster lifestyle handbook. TNR apologized for the war; this was inevitable, too.

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