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Sunday, August 19

The revolution will not be blogged

Here are snaps from yesterday’s joint meetup with Sepia Appletini. At 5 the bar wasn’t open, at 5.45 they let everyone in. The crowd grew to ~50-60 over the course of the evening. People drifted out to dinner around 9 and from there to a Desilicious party or a sheesha lounge.

Pooja filled us in on her reading at the Toronto arts fest. Razib dropped in from the left coast. I met a couple who both used to read alt.culture.us.asian-indian, one of the predecessors to desi blogs. A woman from Edison, NJ complained of pervasive racism against desis by cops and courts. Two Loins fans recounted the plot to a guy who hadn’t seen it. It was great fun — thanks for coming out!

manish vij on Sunday, August 19th, 2007, 4:23 pm in Blog, Events, Photos › Email this Email this › Retweet › Reddit this › Link › Reader links

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  1. 1SM Lovah › history 3 years ago › Link

    oh come now, no captions?! sucks that i missed it but i was working boo

    (i just want to see the illustrious mr. razib’s pic - my guess is on photo #11!)

    oh and where are you mr. vij?

  2. 2halpenn › history 3 years ago › Link

    that chick with the shut eyes is kinda BREEZIE. who’s got her digits?

  3. 3anantha › history 3 years ago › Link

    I had to skip the last one becos of work, but this was not going to be missed! And It WAS fun :)

  4. 4Sameer › history 3 years ago › Link

    Lots of fun!

  5. 5trollerboi › history 3 years ago › Link

    Looks like a great bunch of people - the flambee’d cream of NY. Y’all must have had a great time.

    Vel done to UB and SM for bringing this together.

  6. 6shlok › history 3 years ago › Link

    looks hella fun. too bad it had to be on the same day as my best friend’s engagement party and clean waves day.

    and WOW, super hot girls everywhere.

  7. 7trollerboi › history 3 years ago › Link

    My favorite pic of the event.

    Rock the casbah.

  8. 8rohin › history 3 years ago › Link

    Truly an amazing turn-out, it almosts tempts me to run the US airport gauntlet and hop over for the next one. Course I’ve had the privilege of meeting Manish before.

    Yes, you can touch me.

  9. 9manish › history 3 years ago › Link

    There’s a desi connection to ‘Rock the Casbah’ having to do with ragas. Natch.

    Yes, you can touch me.

    As Rohin’s friend, I advise you wash afterward ;)

  10. 10trollerboi › history 3 years ago › Link

    There’s a desi connection to ‘Rock the Casbah’ having to do with ragas.

    Oddly enough, I knew that - not in those same words, but that the song was a cultural melange. Dont quite remember where I picked that trivia … but likely I heard it on the Ongoing history of new music, wherein Alan Cross takes the listeners through a fabulously entertaining hour on music and musicmakers. Do try it out if you get the chance - very brit centric in my opinion - very elaborate study on punk, u2, oasis, strummer, bono, etc. just flipping through the catalogue, but like i said - damn entertaining and very addictive.

  11. 11trollerboi › history 3 years ago › Link

    Oh it seems cross has transcripts for the show now… here’s a piece on strummer that you might be interested in.

    There are people listening to this show that are wondering why such a big deal is being made over the death of this Joe Strummer guy. You may be too young to remember how big and how important The Clash was to an entire generation of people. Trust me: to many, Joe Strummer was their equivalent of Kurt Cobain, just as Joey Ramone might have been. That first generation of punk rockers has now reached the age where their idols are starting to disappear. And this generation thought they were going to live forever. It’s sobering stuff.
    I met Joe a couple of times. The last time, he was playing a special live radio broadcast. Several hundred people were crammed into the studio waiting for him. And no just old punkers who had grown up and traded their mohawks for suits. There were a lot of young fans there, eager to see a legend. Joe stumbled in, late and hung over, carrying a battered guitar. He seemed a little grumpy at first, mainly because it was too noisy for him to tune his guitar. Suddenly, he jumped up and stalked out onto the street, where he began to warm up and play in front of a Starbuck’s store. I’ll never forget it. It was a Saturday afternoon, so the sidewalk was pretty crowded. And out there on Yonge street in Toronto was one of the greatest living punks, playing solo for people as they walked by. And I remember hearing one passer-by say “he’s pretty good. He sounds a lot like that guy who sang ‘London Calling’”.