Negative Supply's 11.13.13 AKA OSIRIS
2013 will go down in my personal history as the year that I noticed that I got older. Not, like, old man older, just no longer the youngest person in the room
older. It was bound to happen and it's totally alright that it finally did happen. Stay in any city long enough and it'll happen to you, too. Celebrate it. Kids do awesome shit forever. Adults also do awesome shit forever (unless they are lame, but then they were probably always lame) and if they are somewhere in your age vicinity and share the same fond memories for highly specific experiences as you, they will do awesome shit that is just what you are looking for.
For me, that came from Nick Sylvester, whose GODMODE record label has been pumping out gritty releases from bands that sound like they could only work in New York. Everything he released this year (there's a lot) was good, but probably my favorite thing was the improvisational Negative Supply cassette he released.
Sylvester and Jeremy Krinsley faced each other at dingy Death By Audio, separated, Battleship style, by a wall of synthesizers and drum machines. They improvised a pounding rhythm, creating a sort of grinding bliss. Then they were done, and Sylvester rushed to the back of the venue to dub tapes of the show he'd just played.
To be honest, this was not my favorite show of the year, nor is the Negative Supply tape my favorite piece of music of the year, but it was a singular experience. The excitement of seeing something that was only happening right there, and then being able to revisit it from a personal angle. It wasn't an Instagram or a sponsored photo strip. It was an experience that, by default, probably wasn't gonna appeal to many people. I feel lucky that I've lived here long enough that it mattered a whole lot to me.