I fucking love Samantha Moore for two reasons: 1. She reminds me so much of my first roommate Elizabeth Goodman, whom I love. 2. She is young enough to not know about the hype that surrounded Smoosh a few years ago. Reading her show reviews is like reading my blog back in 2003 when we had the first wave of Strokes-like bands that were actually the Strokes. I sent her to see Tokyo Police Club at Bowery Ballroom so she could have one of her “I was there!!” moments. Check back here in a couple weeks when we post an acoustic performance by the band, filmed in my living room about a year and a half ago when David Monks used to call my couch a bed. Here’s her story:

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