5.24 A wknd w/ Boys Go To Jupiter
The band on berry scone-fueled fantasies, finding love on the Tiltawhirl and their single-release show TONIGHT at Brooklyn Made
HAPPY FRIDAY!
Looking for love? Well, SCRAP THE APPS, baby, because it turns out it can actually be found… at the amusement park?!
For the record, we’re not just referring to our extreme affection for funnel cake (though if any food is soulmate material, it’s certainly that one). Nope, we’re talking full-on romance, the wildest of rides and the dizzy/dreamy/delirious…honestly kinda sickening… state of being that serves as the subject of the new song from BK band Boys Go To Jupiter—
The track is called “Tiltawhirl” and it’s out TODAY!
Ahead of the release, the trio—who specialize in a blend of “joyful indie-pop, dreamy soul, lush folk, and sugary punk”—shared the following about the song:
“Dating is SO hard. Failed date after failed date can feel like a carnival ride spinning out of control. With ‘Tiltawhirl,’ we wanted to convey that white-knuckling, nausea-inducing thrill of trying to find love. In terms of its writing, the track is actually pretty simple, which allowed us to experiment with some really fun production– screaming guitars, sugary gang vocals, and even a frantic honky-tonk piano that makes you feel like you’re strapped to something crazy and can’t get off. But there’s a happy ending of course… no vomit.”
#NOVOMIT
Join Boys Go To Jupiter in celebrating their fifth single TONIGHT at Brooklyn Made!
And, as is custom, read on for the rest of your wknd plan, c/o this excellent itinerary created by BGTJ.
Enjoy <3
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Hey you! Are you going to Jupiter to get more stupider? Or are you going to Venus to, you know…. Well this weekend, you should skip the solar system and stay in Brooklyn! Here’s what all the coolest girls and boys are doing this weekend in your very own neighborhood :)
FRIDAY
There's no question, wake-up is at 10 a.m. Sharp, obviously. It's hot, 84 degrees (you haven't installed your AC yet, better get on that). Your messy room is getting you down, man. Look around! Socks everywhere. No time to think about that now. You thirst! Stumble out of bed and head straight for coffee. Forget getting dressed, maybe you’ll find clothes on the way. You’ve always been an optimist like that. Ornithology Cafe in Bushwick has an iced coffee and incredible vibes. We’re talking swanky bar seating. We’re talking a grand piano. Just sitting there. You chat up the cute barista, and she compliments your stunning outfit. “Thanks,” you say, “it’s nothing really, just something I picked up.”
She smiles at you as she hands you a blackberry scone, on the house, duh. Music time. You pop in your headphones to listen to your favorite band’s newest release. “Tiltawhirl” by Boys Go To Jupiter. From the moment you press play, instant chills. It rocks, it rolls. It makes you want to kiss someone. The barista? Wait. Should you kiss the barista? Confidence and charm are tearing through you like venom from a snake bite. Say something! Make a move, dammit!
“Tphifs isk delicghous…” you sputter. Little shards of blackberry scone spatter all over the countertop. Darn, should have swallowed first. But no matter! She wipes her glasses clean of pastry and smiles at you anyway. “You’re so…enthusiastic,” she says. “Are you free tonight? I was thinking about checking out this show at Brooklyn Made if you’d be down… plus some drinks at The Keep after?” Your heart stops. What? It’s your newfound charm! Must have been the song! Against all odds, and despite spitting all over the cutest girl in the study-of-birds-themed-jazz-bar-coffee-spot, you’ve cinched a date to an amazing show TONIGHT!
“Can I write the details on your hand?” she asks. You blush. SO romantic. What is this, a Sally Rooney novel?? She grabs a Sharpie and starts to write…
Boys Go To Jupiter Single Release Show
Brooklyn Made in Bushwick
May 24th, 9 PM Doors
With Support From–
“Sorry… you’re kinda writing a lot,” you say. Your entire forearm is covered in Sharpie. “
Well, there are a lot of details and–”
You cut her off. “No, I know, it’s just...”
“I need to write the openers.”
“I feel like this is enough info. I’ll just meet you at the venue…”
She looks you in the eyes. Hers are a deep pensive green like the sea.
“I’m gonna write out the openers, okay?” She winks.
Annnnd your heart melts. WOW. ROMANCE IS ALIVE.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh….” You stutter, all heartsick fool style, as she continues to write.
With Support From
Um, Jennifer & America Jayne
Tickets at https://www.ticketmas–
Before she can finish writing out a whole-ass URL on your arm… you kiss her! F**k it!
SATURDAY
Okay, last night was a FAIRYTALE. No joke. BGTJ played incredibly well. Best concert of all time, easy. The best part was definitely the pyrotechnics. Or maybe the full orchestra they brought out for the encore. Hard to pick. Oh! The date went well, thanks for asking. She knew all the words to every song, and she even proposed to you at the end. You said yes, obviously.
Soon-to-be-married life is awesome, but it’s still hot as hell outside. SO you’re headed to the beach! You and your friends and your shiny new fiancée jump on the N or the R and you head right on down to Coney Island. But you don’t dare go on any rides. That’s too…complicated. No, you simply lie on the sand, get pink drinks from Salt and Sizzle, and take in that good, good tropical NYC sun. Before you know it, you’ve fallen asleep.
Your dreams are fitful. The scone. The concert. Tiltawhirl! They cloud your mind like milk in coffee. Coffee…
You awake suddenly, sufficiently sun-kissed, to the sweet smell of smoked sausage. Your sweetheart is smiling over you. “Wake up, sleepyhead!” she beams, “I got us snacks! It’s from Gargiulo's!” You take a bite. Sensational. Your stomach snarls, and you scarf down the sandwich at the speed of light.
And you feel good. A bit too good.
SUNDAY
Guys, it’s a long weeeeeekendddd. Lounge, relaxxxxx. You and your sweetheart grab bagels from Knickerbocker Bagel in the morning (BEC on sesame all the way!) and just post up in Maria Hernandez somewhere. Maybe check out the RiseBoro Farmers Market… The kids are playing in sprinklers and you’re both journaling about your summer goals. The grass tickles your feet as you stretch out. Ah! Glorious Sunday!
“Do you think we can really do this?” she asks, out of nowhere, like a dark cloud in a clear blue sky. You sit up and swat a bug that’s landed on her cheek.
“What do you mean, my love?” you say.
“Be married, I mean. We hardly even know each other.” Her voice starts to waver as she continues. “This morning, as you were brushing your teeth, I couldn’t help thinking—who is this person? I didn’t know you used Crest. I’ve always been a Colgate person.”
“Well, why does that matter–” you stammer.
“It doesn’t, it doesn’t. I dunno. It just felt off. It’s stupid.” She looks at her Nikes.
“Yeah,” you murmur, and suddenly become equally interested in your Vans. A long time passes. “I feel it too,” you whisper, “you’re…a stranger.”
She looks up at you. “Yeah. You know I–”
As she speaks, you hear a sound ring out in the distance. It echoes. You look around.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Huh? Yes! Yes! Of course!” But you’re not. That sound again, louder this time. What is that?? It sounds so familiar. “Do you hear that? Guitars!”
She rolls her eyes. “Look, if you’re not gonna put in any effort, then I’m calling this whole thing off! I don’t know WHAT I was thinking proposing last night–”
Your heart breaks. It’s even louder now. It’s a song! You can almost make out the words.
“Can’t we fix this?” you say, desperately, “there’s TONS to do in Brooklyn. We could walk on over to Other People’s Clothes to do some light thrifting. It’s literally so cheap, and the finds are SO fun!” Wait…why did you say that?
“What are you talking about?” Her voice catches. “I don’t want to go thrifting. I want to be in love!” She starts to cry. You feel your face, it’s wet with tears streaming down. You can feel the song in your chest. You try to speak, but no words come out! “You know,” she yells, “I’m GLAD this is over! If I spent the rest of my life married to a stranger, you’d have to pay for that!” The song is deafening now. Thundering... Blinding... “You’d have to pay for that! You’d have to pay for that! You’d have to–”
FRIDAY (AGAIN)
“You have to pay for that,” she says calmly, and smiles. You rub your eyes and suddenly they focus. It’s Ornithology. “Huh, I–” You try to speak, but your mouth is full. It tastes like blackberry. Bushwick light streams in through the swanky curtains.
“The scone,” she says. “It’s not, like, free lol.” You look down at your plate and swallow dry.
“Oh. Of course. Sorry about that. I thought–”
“No worries.” And she ducks into the back room. She’s gone. Like it was nothing.
“Tiltawhirl” by Boys Go To Jupiter plays in your headphones. You turn that shit up.
Itinerary above written + submitted by Boys Go To Jupiter. Follow the band at @boysgotojupiterband, buy music on Bandcamp and add the songs to your Spotify playlists!
Feature image (provided by the band): Jake Zaslav, John Ricardel
MORNING ANNOUNCEMENTS
The next Rogue Music Festival has been announced! The second addition of the female-organized fest “for musicians, by musicians” is going down August 9-11. Plz mark your calz accordingly.
New Colossus Summer Saturdays have officially commenced! Every Saturday, our pals at New Colossus bring you a full afternoon of music featuring a bunch of our fave local bands at 18th Ward Brewing. Tomorrow’s lineup includes Diary, SAMSARA, min.a, Pippy and Faculty. As always, FREE and all-ages. RSVP here for $2 off any draft beer, and check out the June schedule to start sketching out your season.
As we mentioned in a previous newsletter, our friend Kristyn Potter—a member of our music community, founder of Left Bank Magazine and the brain and organizer behind a ton of creative projects and events— passed away in March. We know she meant a lot to a lot of people. If you’d like to donate to the gofundme to help her family memorialize her, you can find that here.
RELEASE RADAR
New(ish) stuff from local (+ occasionally, once-local) artists we love, listed in no particular order whatsoever:
“Explanations Vs. Reality” // The Big Easy
Fixations // Fixations
“State of Our Union” // Almost Sex
“Little Splinters” // Ok Cowgirl
“Going Insane” // The Bird Calls
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