Knitting Factory

So my occasional excursions into the under-30 y.o. set occasionally turn up gold, as last night, when JEM lured me to see some chicks from my alma mater do the genderqueer punk rock thing at the Knitting Factory.

The kids were alright, but the highlight I have to say was Dynasty Handbag, an animatronic Hothead Paisan whose impersonation of a grad student refusing to finish her dissertation (o.k. so it was really an impersonation of a truculent child refusing to finish getting dressed, but really, what's the difference?) had me in stitches. Another high point came when Dynasty abruptly turned the music off and pointed at the spastic hipster photographer jerking around in the front row, and laughed at him. How I long to be able to do that to the world in general.