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The Simple Becomes the Sublime

December 9th, 2011

Dreamers of the Ghetto – Mercury Lounge – December 8, 2011


Romanticizing the awfulness of the American ghetto experience isn’t necessarily new, although perhaps the modalities have changed in 2011. Even Lupe Fiasco suggested that if urban life threatened any lionizing appeal, it was certainly outweighed by practical realities. Dreamers of the Ghetto entered themselves into this conversation with a stunning debut record, Enemy/Lover, and a fall tour in support of U.S. Royalty that stopped at Mercury Lounge last night

The four-piece Dreamers evokes a certain grittiness that befits the moniker—they’re underdogs dreaming of getting out or they’re solid outsiders dreaming of what happens within in the walls and streets of the American ghetto. Either way, the band pits wailing guitars against detached synthesizers, alongside pathos-rich vocals. This combination transmutes the band into the rarefied air of aspirational visionaries, hope-in-unseen believers armed with instruments.

Dreamers of the Ghetto closed the night with the breathy, seductive chorus of vocals of “Connection,” “Regulator” and the band’s thesis statement, “Tether.” Each song featured a central lyric loudly repeated and launched like projectiles into the minds and chests of the assembled audience: “When you’re gone I know you’re with me” (“Connection”), “I love your face/ I think you’re striking” (“Regulator”) and the fantastic and final “It’s just another door/ Tether on the other side” (“Tether”). Somehow these dark dreams of American terrors became beautiful; love, loss and fear of the urbane metastasizing into wide-open hymns and singable refrains. It was a dark pathos to be sure, but pathos all the same. —Geoff Nelson

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Gene Ween Strikes Just the Right Note

December 5th, 2011

Gene Ween and Dave Dreiwitz – Brooklyn Bowl – December 3, 2011


How is it possible to leave a Gene Ween show with a tear in your eye? Don’t worry, it isn’t because Dean broke up the band, but it might have been the soothing sounds of an acoustic three-piece under multicolor lasers or the gentle crashing of strikes at the nearby lanes at Brooklyn Bowl that transformed Ween’s wacky genre-hopping material into sincere tearjerkers on Saturday night. He seemed to literally become a new character on each track, wide eyed, his face transforming, singing in the upper-register earnest falsetto about “…blood from the stallion.”

Moving from this progressive jam into an Irish sea shanty, Gene told the audience it was a cover of an old song they’d tracked down in the Smithsonian archives, which might actually be true. But even the most hardcore Ween fans aren’t possibly going to know all of the band’s material, especially if what’s coming next is a cover of Neil Young’s “The Needle and the Damage Done.” Ween has succeeded at creating a devoted fan following willing to follow them down any musical rabbit hole, including this epic, sit-down acoustic “An Evening With” session.

But maybe that’s where the tongue in cheek turned sentimental because, after all, the guys in Ween are great songwriters, and stripped of the genre irony, songs like “Little Birdy” can be touching. At times the show felt like a children’s sing-along party with hidden layers of dual meaning, especially when Gene pounded out “Demon Sweat” in front of the velvet curtain like a possessed Billy Joel. Sure, it was a license to cheese, but when Gene brought his daughter Ana onstage to nervously sing “Happy Colored Marbles,” it was just what we needed: a little dose of sincerity. —Jason Dean

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A Funky Good Time

December 5th, 2011

Charles Bradley and His Extraordinaires – The Bowery Ballroom – December 3, 2011


It takes a certain something to pull off a custom outfit with your initials in sequin on the back. You can’t really put that certain something into words, but you know it when you see it. And if you were lucky enough to be part of the sold-out Bowery Ballroom crowd on Saturday night, you saw it in all its show-stopping glory. The initials on the back were “CB” for Charles Bradley, and the grooves he and his aptly named band, the Extraordinaires, channeled were all sorts of in-the-flesh “JB.”

It isn’t every night that the Ballroom is hopping front to back with old-school soul and R&B, but Bradley had the room moving. Working the material off his acclaimed 2011 release, No Time for Dreaming, Bradley made sure there was no time even for resting, with each number deep and funky. Grooves like this are only as good as the band laying them down, and the stable of Daptone musicians backing Bradley kept things in the pocket all night.

Bradley’s voice oozed with soul and filled with lament and joy. The night’s highlight cover was a souped-up version of Neil Young’s “Heart of Gold,” with Bradley maintaining the depth of the lyrics while infusing all sorts of funkiness Young probably didn’t know existed in there. Like everything else he sang, Bradley made it his own. The sparkling sequin initials left no doubt. —A. Stein

(Charles Bradley and His Extraordinaires and the Budos Band play Music Hall of Williamsburg on 12/31.)

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Baths’ Time on Friday Night

December 5th, 2011

Baths – The Bowery Ballroom – December 2, 2011

(Photo: Andie Diemer)

Electronic music isn’t easy to perform live for a lot of reasons, the main one being that it’s difficult to make music derived from a guy clicking away on his laptop translate into a compelling live performance. Will Wiesenfeld of Baths doesn’t have this problem. If anything, watching the amount of work he puts into rebuilding songs before an audience sets new expectations of what an electronic-music show should look like.

Turning knobs and pressing down on what looked like an endless array of buttons while keeping rhythm of the songs with his entire body, Wiesenfeld certainly doesn’t make piecing these tracks together look easy. On Friday night at The Bowery Ballroom, he would often throw his hand back after touching his gear, as if all this endless tinkering had resulted in the equipment getting too hot to even touch. During some of Baths’ most memorable, Wiesenfeld would grab the microphone with both hands and add his ethereal vocals to this man-made symphony of samples, beats and other odd noises, acting as a reminder that he’s the original creator of this collection of sounds.

“This is the most excitable New York crowd I’ve ever had,” said Wiesenfeld of an audience that followed his every move, finding ways to dance along to everything from the glitchy breakbeats of “Indoorsy” to the calming swells of “Aminals.” While Baths’ ability to showcase all the effort it takes to piece together this music impressed, the show’s best moments occurred when it all would coalesce into energy strong enough to sweep up the audience with it. If there’s one right way to play this new chillwave sound live, this is how you do it. —Dan Rickershauser

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Future Islands Bring the Heat

December 2nd, 2011

Future Islands – The Bowery Ballroom – December 1, 2011

(Photo: Dan Rickershauser)

Samuel T. Herring, the lead singer of Future Islands, is without a doubt the hardest workingman in post-Wave, and he proved it at The Bowery Ballroom last night. Breaking into a dripping sweat just one song into the set, Herring poured his everything into each word he sang—and it visibly showed. At times sitting on his knees before the front row like he was making a desperate plea, other times gesturing wildly like he was ripping out his own heart and handing it off to the dancing crowd for the taking, Herring’s showmanship only added to the poetry of his songwriting.

And that voice. While Herring’s uniquely soulful crooning might be the first thing to stick out on Future Islands’ recordings—it absolutely defines the band’s live performance—transitioning from throaty growls to strained high-pitched proclamations seemed to all but suck the oxygen out of the packed room. All this was set to the backdrop of William Cashion’s rolling bass and Gerrit Welmers’ keyboard and synth lines that kept the crowd in motion.“This means a lot to us and I don’t know what to say,” said Herring halfway through the set. His ear-to-ear grin showed genuine disbelief that the group was performing before a wildly enthusiastic crowd in a sold-out venue.

Following opening acts Zomes and Ed Schrader’s Music Beat, it was an impressive showing for the well-established and ever-expanding Baltimore music scene, with all three bands hailing from Charm City. Set highlights included the opening song, “An Apology,” a high-energy rendition of “Tin Man” and “Before the Bridge.” At the chorus of “Before the Bridge,” Herring stuck his finger out to the audience during refrains of “Do you believe in love?” like he was personally asking them to believe. If they didn’t already, this heartfelt performance might have been just enough to push them over the edge. —Dan Rickershauser

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A Thursday Night Rock Show

December 2nd, 2011

J. Roddy Walston and the Business – Mercury Lounge – December 1, 2011


If you go see enough music, occasionally you get lucky. I don’t mean “see a great show” lucky, I mean you get to witness a band at the right time in the right room on the right night with the right crowd and can almost literally feel the slope of the upward career trajectory. Last night—J. Roddy Walston, Mercury Lounge, sold-out crowd all in perfect resonance—was one of those moments. Indeed, it’s shows like these, with Walston and band laying down no-frills rock and roll like they invented FM radio, that rooms like the Merc were built to house.

Walston’s band is called the Business, and watching them play is to realize how perfectly they’ve been named. There’s a multiple entendre at play. And whether it’s “giving them the business” or “now we’re in business” or “none of your [bleeping] business,” the band encompasses them all. Opening with “Don’t Break the Needle,” off last year’s eponymous album, the band wasted no time getting down to business. When Walston, sitting stage center at a piano, reached the chorus of the opening song, the crowd joined in, totally in unison, as if they were a backup choir filling in on cue. Guitar riffs were short and vicious, spicy condiments on Walston’s songs. His voice was a nice now-we’re-in-business blend of classic rock staples: a little Browne, a little Plant, a little Joel. He introduced several tunes as “some rock and roll” in an endearing, redundant way … well, duh!

The set had a lot of forward momentum, slight shifts in tempo and tone along the way, with the crowd totally in tune. Of all the bands to cover, perhaps my last guess would have been the Flaming Lips, but they gave the business to “She Don’t Use Jelly,” fitting it into the set quite nicely. Before the last song, Walston announced there would be no encore and those in the audience moaned briefly before getting their last raging fist pumps in for the evening. Why wouldn’t they consider an encore for the rabid, NYC crowd? I guess that’s none of our business. —A. Stein

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The Sophisticated Sounds of Frank Ocean

November 28th, 2011

Frank Ocean – The Bowery Ballroom – November 27, 2011


On “Swim Good,” one of the surprise hits from his debut mixtape, Nostalgia, Ultra, Frank Ocean sings, “And I’ve got this black suit on/ Roaming around like I’m ready for a funeral.” The song, like most of his limited yet excellent output, is dark, complex and soulful. It also comes from an artist whose 2011 emergence rivals all others, going from unknown Odd Future crew member to almost instant popularity as a Watch the Throne collaborator.

Before a sold-out crowd at The Bowery Ballroom last night, Ocean performed in his aforementioned black suit with a red-and-white-striped bandanna. The hip and sophisticated costume drew attention, not only from fans but kingmakers in attendance. ?uestlove, seated on the balcony, felt compelled to comment on Twitter, saying, “@ffrank_ocean [sic] is a class act yo. Suit & Sade cover. Nice start.”

In addition to the Sade cover (“By Your Side”), Ocean sang a number of choice selections from Nostalgia, Ultra as well as a medley of his work on Watch the Throne (“No Church in the Wild” and “Made in America”). The diverse crowd knew most of his material, even unreleased songs familiar only to those who scour the Internet. But “Dissolution” and “Super Rich Kids,” both of which Ocean mentioned will be on his proper debut, are sure to be hits, and fans are right to take notice. So while Ocean was right about his outfit, he better not be ready for his funeral. —Jared Levy

(Tonight’s Frank Ocean show at The Bowery Ballroom is sold out.)

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A Supreme Storyteller

November 23rd, 2011

A.A. Bondy – The Bowery Ballroom – November 22, 2011


“My father always told me there was money to be made in sadness,” recounted A.A. Bondy to a sold-out Bowery Ballroom last night. Even if he wasn’t serious, it seems to be a message the singer-songwriter takes to heart, filling his set with emotional, downtempo music, singing stories in the sweet voice of someone regaining his composure after a good cry. While the show wasn’t a dance party, it wasn’t a downer either, despite the cold, wet rain falling outside.

Opening with “The Heart Is Willing,” the band highlighted the music off Bondy’s new Believers release. Recreating the haunting, Americana-flecked songs like the excellent “Rte. 28/Believers,” the band was catharsis in action. Bondy’s guitar played hollow notes like it, too, had just sobbed a bit. Songs took one of two paths: either appropriately petering out altogether or else coming to an explosive head with two guitars going angrily at each other. Although the best moments were the quiet ones, like “Mightiest of Guns,” when the pedal steel guitar was used to punctuate the poetry of the songwriting with both sadness and beauty.

At times sinewy strips of light covered the entire stage bouncing around in eerie, random motion, an effect I had never seen before until I realized that it wasn’t lights at all, but a projection of sun-glinted waves. It was brilliantly simple but powerful and evocative, a perfect match for the music. The encore started with Bondy solo and included the beautiful “Killed Myself When I Was Young,” wherein he sings: “Don’t weep, my girl so true/ Let the train whistle cry for you,” proving that while there may or may not be money in sadness, there certainly is great music. —A. Stein

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Ladies and Gentlemen: Youth Lagoon

November 16th, 2011

Youth Lagoon – Mercury Lounge – November 15, 2011

New is exciting. It breaks from routine and offers something different. When it comes to music, eager listeners latch onto new artists. This community supports potential, especially young talent. And on Tuesday night, a sold-out crowd poured into Mercury Lounge to discover Youth Lagoon. Trevor Powers, the band’s 22-year-old principal, speaks like he sings: softly and fragilely. Halfway through the set, he expressed gratitude for the opportunity to visit New York City. Behind a keyboard, he, along with friend and touring guitarist Logan Hyde, played in near darkness, with only a dim red lightbulb to light their faces.

While Powers’ reverb-saturated vocals gave the illusion of being in a cave, dream-pop landscapes enveloped the room and a backing track supplied heft and driving purpose to wandering melodies. Performed live, songs from the debut full-length, The Year of Hibernation, received the acoustic space they deserve. Earnest songwriting isn’t new, and although I overheard an observer call Powers “an infantile Dylan,” he hardly fits the description. Excitement excuses genuine but misguided praise, and Youth Lagoon is for the moment. —Jared Levy

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Russian Circles Stand Out

November 15th, 2011

Russian Circles – The Bowery Ballroom – November 14, 2011


In an already crowded field of metal instrumental bands these days, it takes a lot of skill and innovation for Chicago’s Russian Circles to have worked their way into the playlists of fans alongside well-established acts like Pelican, Red Sparowes and This Will Destroy You. The group has managed to carve out a niche, combining elements of heavy doom metal and technical sampled guitar from Mike Sullivan. Their melodic propulsion has been steadily evolving across four albums, culminating in much of the material from Empros played last night at The Bowery Ballroom.

Dave Turncrantz has his work cut out for him on drums, creating the complex backbone of precise pounding in order to drive the epic heights and valleys of layered guitar and bass tones. The stage experience Russian Circles creates is as equally controlled, lit only by four blinding bare bulbs, which reflected off the polished cymbals when the sound dropped into full volume, leaving the band to play in silhouette. There were no pauses or interaction between songs, just a slowly fading cycle of delayed loops fading into distortion, as if this were one long calculated piece full of classical movements.

The exception was an unplanned break due to Brian Cook’s bass head completely blowing out midshow, which speaks to the punishment his amp has received over the tour, the physicality of their live show and their focus on bass-driven tracks, the guttural crunch clearly having taken its toll on equipment. After a quick fix, the trio was back to defying instrumental convention, forcing every note and melodic drone front and center, impossible to be heard as merely soundtrack, propping up those visually emotional moments, creating them out of the darkness. —Jason Dean

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Sebadoh Doesn’t Miss a Note

November 14th, 2011

Sebadoh – Music Hall of Williamsburg – November 12, 2011


The best thing that happened to Lou Barlow was getting kicked out of Dinosaur Jr. If he had stayed with J. Mascis back in 1988 no one ever would have heard his four-track collage experiments that began with collaborator Eric Gaffney and ended up passed around on cassettes. We’d be missing someone, who as a pioneer of lo-fi indie rock, legitimized a new genre of bedroom recordings. We also might not have heard Jason Lowenstein, who, beginning in 1989, added his bass and a dissonant hardcore style of songwriting, making Sebadoh officially a band to be reckoned with and, fortunately, one we could see on Saturday night at Music Hall of Williamsburg.

It all started for a lot of people with the first track off Sebadoh III, “The Freed Pig,” Barlow’s attack on Mascis, which has become an anthem of frustration. The audience had plenty of songs from the back catalog to request, but this was high on the list. “Don’t worry, we’re getting to it,” replied Barlow a few songs into an epic two-hour set, the final show of a lengthy tour in support of the rerelease of Bakesale. While swapping instruments during the informal show, Lowenstein and Barlow bantered back and forth about ordering too many T-shirts, driving around the country in a minivan again and how Pavement would have filled that venue in Detroit.

It’s clear, especially live, that the balance between Barlow’s catchy, more personal mellow pop sound and Lowenstein’s aggressive punk speed is what kept everyone happy on those records. Unpredictably they played nearly all of Bakesale, often reworking a track entirely like on “Give Up,” where the huge Sabbath-chord-progression breakdown was expanded into an eternity of distortion while the melody was delivered almost unrecognizably fast. After “The Freed Pig,” Barlow, referencing Mascis’ guitar style, said to Lowenstein, “I always get self-conscious when I get to the lead part of that song, you know … the solo? Like someone is waiting for me to miss a note.” —Jason Dean

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A Quick Ride to the Top

November 11th, 2011

Fitz and the Tantrums – Terminal 5 – November 10, 2011


Terminal 5 was once again the place to be last night, as a sold-out crowd grooved to a taut, tireless set from soul-rockers Fitz and the Tantrums. From the moment the group shimmied onstage to “Don’t Gotta Work It Out,” everyone in attendance went wild, dancing during each song and crazily cheering at the end. The band’s anachronistic style was a big part of its charm as the six members two-stepped their way through song after song without totally immersing themselves in the act like some artists (Raphael Saadiq, for example) would.

This let lead singer Michael “Fitz” Fitzpatrick and crew stay loose—and kept the show from feeling like schtick. While the crowd grew loud after each song, it was probably at its noisiest when Fitz and singer-tambourine guru Noelle Scaggs played off each other’s energy, leaning in close while harmonizing. The rest of the band was equally impressive, featuring some lively organ and keys from Jeremy Ruzumna and stellar saxophone work from James King (who likely received the loudest applause for a flute solo Terminal 5 has ever seen).

The set got even better as it lengthened, as both Fitz and Scaggs kept dialing up the energy and making sure the fans were doing the same (not that this particular crowd needed coaxing). But Fitz took a minute late in the set to pause and turn the attention on those in attendance, thanking them for their long-time support, saying, “You touched my heart.” But there was more: “Last year,” he added, “we were at Mercury Lounge and look where we are tonight!” So far, it may have been a fast ride to the top for this band, but if last night was any indication, it’s been a well-deserved trip. —Sean O’Kane

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When the Wooden Shjips Come In

November 11th, 2011

Wooden Shjips – Music Hall of Williamsburg – November 10, 2011

(Photo: Dan Rickershauser)

As overused as the term psychedelic is when describing music, it’s worth noting that there’s a world of difference between music that might have a trippy-sounding synth line and music that carries listeners off into another world entirely. Wooden Shjips, drawing heavily on the latter, had its otherworldly sound on full display last night at the Music Hall of Williamsburg.

Specializing in hypnotic guitar drones that push listeners deep into the rabbit hole, the quartet takes psychedelic rock reminiscent of late-’60s California and gives it a noise-rock update. Their heady jams had much of the audience dancing in a limb-flailing go-go dance you might expect to see in footage from Andy Warhol’s Factory. The projections behind the band showcased the blend of these two worlds, replacing the usual multicolored swirls of ’60s psychedelic projections with black-and-white pulsating pixels that looked like a cross between television static and raining glitter. The projections at times seemed to swallow the band whole, displayed over its members’ white shirts and reflecting off what looked like a tinfoil cape hanging from Nash Whalen’s organ.

Showcasing a minimalist restraint, the real allure of Wooden Shjips’ sound wasn’t derived from any one part in particular but in how these sonic elements combined and interacted with one another. Distortion-heavy guitar solos ripped through the repetitive thuds of basslines, and Ripley Johnson’s reverb-drenched vocals cut through eerie organ lines like an incoming radio transmission. The expansive noise-hypnosis of Wooden Shjips contrasted nicely with the opener, Birds of Avalon. The Raleigh, N.C., foursome mesmerized the audience with jam-band grooves that took sudden and unexpected turns toward rock-the-fuck-out heavy guitar riffs. For a cold and rainy autumn night in Brooklyn, music invoking nostalgia for the sunnier yesteryear of the American West was a welcomed retreat. —Dan Rickershauser

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Who Wants to Have Fun?

November 10th, 2011

Fun. – The Bowery Ballroom – November 9, 2011

(Photo: Sean O’Kane)

It wasn’t so long ago that fun. was struggling to make its place in the music scene, playing shows to mixed reactions, settling into New York City as a new home and working around sharing its members with other bands while pushing out a debut album, Aim & Ignite. But last night’s show at The Bowery Ballroom made it seem like those harder times never happened, as the band played to a sold-out room filled with wild, loud and passionate fans who look like they’ve been around for years.

Lead singer Nate Ruess said early on that this would be “one of those perfect nights” right before a scheduled album release where they could have a good time while trying out some of the new material, and he was totally right. Alongside the songs that everyone already knows, the band tried out a few from that forthcoming album (entitled Some Nights, due out in February), all of which already have a glistening polish on them, and ranged from string-backed (there was a three-piece section on stage) slower songs to horn-filled dance-party tracks.

The fans should hope the band sticks with the five-piece core configuration that was onstage, because this was the best fun. has sounded yet, something that was exceptionally noticeable on the older songs. “Barlights” was played midset but with an encore-worthy level of energy from both Ruess and the crowd. And “Take Your Time,” an equally boisterous song, also provided the most moving moments of the night, when Ruess smiled through a long pause before the lyrics “now I feel like I am home.” The crowd cheered, the song picked up again, and fun. finished off one of its best shows yet, perhaps marking the end of the beginning and certainly showing that this band is here to stay. —Sean O’Kane

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The Sea and Cake Sound Like No Other

November 10th, 2011

The Sea and Cake – The Bowery Ballroom – November 8, 2011


You can look at the miracles of Mother Nature and either search for a scientific explanation or just let their beauty astound you. Some people look at a seashell and see a Fibonacci series while others only see a beautiful seashell. In the same way, some at The Bowery Ballroom on Tuesday night watched the Sea and Cake and tried their best to work through the pop calculus of rhythms and melodies generated by Sam Prekop (guitar and vocals), Archer Prewitt (lead guitar), John McEntire (drums) and Eric Claridge (bass) while the rest of the crowd just bobbed along appreciating the pure beauty of the music.

Without a proper new album to push, the band was free to work through its catalog, playing well-polished versions of material from the last few years and a couple of dips into the earlier stuff. It’s a unique pleasure to watch a band and not be constantly thinking about which other groups they sound like. With Pekoe’s ephemeral vocals floating over cumulus guitars and restless drumming, this band sounded like no other. The consistent sound guarantees that if you like one song, you’re going to love it, and if you love one, you’re going to love them all. The crowd reacted to single presong chords from Prewitt or Precept with excitement each and every time, whether it was “Up on the North Shore,” from this year’s Moonlight Butterfly EP, or “Afternoon Speaker,” off 2000’s Oui.

Prekop’s strumming was quick and fleet while Prewitt’s guitar work contrasted— deliberately picked or summoned with an e-bow. Impossibly, Claridge kept things from running away with long, velvety bass notes. And as the set grew deeper, the buttons on McEntire’s shirt came undone and the music became looser and easier, with the crowd growing more and more vocal. A four-song encore proved not to be quite enough to work through the math. So the Sea and Cake returned a second time for a quick instrumental, leaving half the crowd reaching for their slide rules and everyone smiling. —A. Stein