Scarlet Sails recently were on the road U.S. tour, which supported the release of their album Future From The Past with support from Walter Sickert & the Army of Broken Toys & Radiator King. The band has begun distributing rewards to their Kickstarter backers for their album, and just wrapped up filming for their music video for “Spell My Name.” They have some shows coming up on the west coast this summer, and will round out the summer back in New York for a few dates. Hopefully, for the sake of all of us between New York and California, more dates will be added in the months to come.
While they were on tour, we caught up with singer/keyboardist Olya Viglione and her husband and drummer of Scarlet Sails, Brian Viglione (of Dresden Dolls fame), to discuss all things pizza, touring, recording, and punk politics.
The Daily Slice: First, can I have you introduce yourselves with your name, what you do in Scarlet Sails, and the best place you’ve grabbed a slice of pizza on tour?
Brian Viglione: Joe’s, at 150 East 14th Street. It is by far my favorite slice of pizza in the universe, without a doubt. They are open way late. They have pictures of Bill Murray and people on the wall. They’re fast. They’re delicious. It’s vibey. It’s just the most delicious slice of pizza. My mouth waters just thinking about it. I will go blocks out of my way sometimes to like give it to late night. Continue reading ‘I’m living in America with my American dream’ | Interview with Scarlet Sails
When Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides was released, I doubt anyone was more excited than I was at seeing the fourth installment of my favorite film franchise. By the time it ended, while I enjoyed the music, Geoffrey Rush’s performance, and Johnny Depp’s usual flapping, drunken demeanor, I wished the third had been the end. It was the perfect ending to the trilogy, you know? Sparrow singing “A Pirate’s Life for Me” to close the series just as a young Elizabeth sang it to open it seemed like a perfect, fitting finale. Alas, they ruined it with a fourth, nonsensical film (I’m still trying to figure out why Sam Claflin was even there to begin with), and so the need for a fifth and maybe even sixth was apparent. Not just for monetary purposes, but to fix what Producer Jerry Bruckheimer had clearly screwed up…and thankfully, Dead Men Tell No Tales cleaned up the disasterous fourth film WALL-E style.
[Spoilers ahead] Continue reading Return of The Sparrow: ‘Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales’ – Review
Scarlet Sails wrapped up their U.S. tour this week, which supported the release of their album Future From The Past. The band spend Star Wars Day in Somerville, Massachusetts, where they rocked ONCE Ballroo. Walter Sickert & the Army of Broken Toys & Radiator King joined Scarlet Sails for the late-night, mid-week show.
Check out photos from their set below, and stay tuned for an interview with singer/keyboardist Olya Viglione and her husband and drummer of Scarlet Sails, Brian Viglione (of Dresden Dolls fame).
“Now batting…for the Yankees…Number 2…Derek Jeter…Number 2.”
For 20 years, Bob Sheppard’s voice graced Yankee Stadium, old and new, with these eleven words. Even though he had died four years before Derek Jeter hit a walk-off single in his final at bat in his final home game, Jeter was announced by the centenarian every time he took his first home at bat of the game. This is who Derek Jeter was, and is, as a man: someone who respected the integrity of the game and the names that came before him. He wanted the “Voice of God” to announce him because it would not have been the same, or right, to be announced by anyone else. It was a small token of appreciation for what Sheppard had done for more than 50 years of his life, and this is my small token of appreciation for what Derek Jeter has done not just for me personally, but for The Bronx, New York, for 20 years of his life. Continue reading More Than Just the Number
Before I start the recap, let me just as one question–high schoolers don’t really have parties like this, do they? No? Just me?
OK, I admit, I was a nerd. A loner. An outcast, if you will. Much like another we know: Jughead Jones, who spends the majority of “The Lost Weekend” shielding himself from the sun and brooding. The theme of this week is control and chaos, and how they can sometimes get way out of hand. Just like those foolish preps, amirite? Continue reading Recapping Riverdale: Chapter 10, “The Lost Weekend”