Who Wants What: Ryan Catbird
We know that Ryan Catbird gets the job done when it comes to advising Williamsburg what to stick their ears into, but can our favorite un-Pitchforky music blogger and head of Catbird Records make a killer wish list? Um.. yeah. Make the hipster in your life happier than a thirteen year-old with a backstage pass to a Fall Out Boy concert by following some of Ryan’s great gifting advice.
Holiday bonus: Listen to Catbird’s December mixtape here.
As Destroyer is my favorite musical artist, it’s a given that I need to have all his albums. And being a big music nerd, of course I need them all on vinyl. Over the years I’ve managed to collect all of the vinyls (including the just–as-rare-if-not-rarer Streethawk) but this one particular release continues to evade me. Sure, $230 seems a bit steep… but I can remember back when it was only $172.50.
Distressed Felt Fedora by Eugenia Kim
I am *not* a hat guy. Never really have been. Oh, you know the type: there’s the guy you see at all the shows who’s always wearing a cabbie hat; there’s that weird kid in your eighth grade class who wears a fedora; there’s the guy with the prematurely thinning hair who maintains a huge collection of baseball caps. I’ve just never really been one to stroll down the block with a jauntily perched hat atop my head, but I tell you, i tried this one on, simply as a goof, and I was surprised as anyone that it actually looked (ahem) “totally fly.”
I know this isn’t the newest or sexiest Apple product, as it doesn’t fit into the palm of your hand, or have a touch screen, or make you the coolest guy on the bus, but the fact is, I really need this. As it is, when I want to watch any movies or TV shows I’ve downloaded (uh, through 100% legal means, of course), I have to either (a.) burn and/or recompress and then burn them onto a disc that may or may not work when I finally put it in the player, or (b.) haul my laptop over to the tv and rearrange a bunch of plugs to try to get the output onto the TV. With Apple TV, I can wirelessly just blast that junk straight over to the TV. Sounds like a dream.
