First of all, thanks for stopping by my website. You clearly have some sort of interest in me, whether that’s professional or personal, and I appreciate it regardless the reasoning. I must inform you that I’ve moved my primary online portfolio to Tumblr, simply due to it being a much more efficient and effective platform for journalists. Find my main page at http://ericsundy.tumblr.com. If you’re interested in clips, go here. Or, if you want to see my resume, head over to LinkedIn.

Thanks, and I’ll see you over in the world of cat photos, gifs, and good writing, I guess.

Eric

Oh, hey! I got a job! I now work for the Village Voice as an Arts Editorial Assistant. I wrote my first story this past week about a Brooklyn-based band named Leda, featuring Amy Klein formerly of Titus Andronicus. Check it out here. I’ve also done a variety of blogging, including a beer column called Beer UP and an interview with one of my favorite bands, The Walkmen. Keep track of all of my writing for the Voice at my author page. xoxo

After Twenty Years (1971)

Two women sit at a table by a window. Light breaks
unevenly on both of them.
Their talk is striking of sparks
which passers-by in the street observe
as a glitter in the glass of that window.
Two women in the prime of life.
Their babies are old enough to have babies.
Loneliness has been part of their story for twenty years,
the dark edge of the clever tongue,
the obscure underside of the imagination.
It is snow and thunder in the street.
While they speak the lightning flashes purple.
It is strange to be so many women,
eating and drinking at the same table,
those who bathed their children in the same basin
who kept their secrets from each other
walked the floors of their lives in separate rooms
and flow into history now as the woman of their time
living in the prime of life
as in a city where nothing is forbidden
and nothing permanent.

One of my favorite bands of late, The Men, are simply awesome. I already wrote about their new record Open Your Heart for KCRW. Now I had the pleasure of chatting with them on the phone for Prefix Magazine. Check it out here!

It’s an interesting thing when you read something about your band or your record and they’re like, “They’re trying to do this or trying to do that,” and in a way, it’s like “Fuck you, that’s not what we’re trying to do at all.” Just listen to the music and enjoy it, rather than try to lump it into a category or make some movement or something so people will read your article or whatever it is about it.

Argue: The Men: Playing on Prefix (KCRW)

Listen: Artist Breakdowns (Aim to Misbehave)

Nite Jewel

Romana Gonzalez, the 28-year-old artist better known as Nite Jewel, releases her second full-length album, One Second of Love, today. It’s a record that explores how our culture values (or, rather, fails to value) human relationships, and she created it through a bunch of synth and musical experiments in a San Francisco studio. She spoke with Vulture about humanizing electronic music, how women in music can use their sexuality to their advantage, and working on her own image.

Check it out here!

My friend and journalist Chris Bosman kindly asked me to join him, along with Billboard‘s Maria Sherman, on the Aim To Misbehave podcast this past week to chat about love, anti-love, and break-up songs. Check it out here! (Note: there’s no doubt I sounded like an asshole, so apologies all around.)

Last night, bombastic hip-hop collective DOOMTREE took over the Gramercy Theater. I was lucky enough to be there for the Village Voice, and filed a live report with their music blog Sound of the City. Check it out here!

…credit the high-energy dedication of Doomtree’s members for keeping that worry at bay. They never tired, but only got stronger throughout the performance. Had they not been so interactive with the audience, this may not have worked — but the joy of five emcees on stage who are bouncing around like crazy people is that it makes bouncing around like a crazy person the sane thing to do.

I spoke with Alaina Moore, the vocalist of the much-buzzed about band Tennis for New York Magazine’s entertainment blog, Vulture. Somebody told me that I look like a less-scared version of her husband (above), which might explain why we had such a candid conversation.

It’s weird to hear somebody else romanticize your own life experience. We never really looked at it that way. Coming from the complete reality of it — with all of the mistakes and hardships and not pretty things about it — it was very weird to have distilled into this mythical thing. And then our seemingly mythical origin story started to annoy people, and the weird thing is we’d be like, “Well, it’s annoying to us too!”

Read it all here!

From New York Magazine‘s entertainment blog, Vulture.

I think I’m allowing myself to show more than one emotion now, where usually my stream of conscious was always sad.