supercute!

Kitty whiskers, bubblegum, Supercute!

Last week Lightning Lauren and I went to see a comedy show at 92YTribeca called "Bro'in Out," hosted by Leo Allen and featuring guests Paul Rudd, Jon Glaser and Steve Schirripa ('Bacala' from The Sopranos). It was an improvised show where the guys got drunk, told weird stories and rambled about dream interpretation (mostly by 'dreamidian' Chris Coby, a character portrayed by Glaser that the audience HATED, but we of course loved). I got Glaser's autograph--for the second time--for my brother, who's a Delocated fan. I'd lost it the first time around for reasons I won't get into.

Anyway, I ended up being most entertained by the show's musical guests, Supercute! Formerly The Oh My God Girls, the band consists of three undeniably adorable teenage girls, playing keyboard, guitar and ukulele, and covering Led Zeppelin when they're not singing about candy cities and hula hoops. Sound gross? It almost is. But somehow it avoids being too obnoxious or creepy because they have a surprisingly adult self-awareness and keen sense of humor to counteract the superficial appeal of them being so. goddamn. supercute.

"Not to Write About Boys" by Supercute! @ 92YTribeca

The NY-based, sometimes politically outspoken frontgirl, Rachel Trachtenburg, grew up in a band with her family, The Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players. I got the chance to talk to her (pleasantly) eccentric father after the show, who announced upon us meeting--with more than a degree of satisfaction--the death of the compact disc. It was weird only because nobody had been talking about that... but not the worst conversation starter. We then discussed the CD's more unfortunate casualty, the death of album as art, and celebrated the greater good that accompanies the freedom of sharing digital music. What a cute family.

"You're the One Who's Made For Me and I Was Made For You"
by The Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players

Bonus points: they all REALLY hate Bloomberg.