If you have six dollars in your pocket and access to the L train you should go to The Trash Bar tonight. With an open bar from 8-9, followed by some alt-country psychedelic grandeur off the hollow-bodied guitar sounds of Backwords, there’s really nothing to be afraid of…except hipsters. But don’t worry, most of them don’t bite, provided you don’t feign knowledge of film noir—or say you liked Juno. Personally, odd-ball dialogue included, I liked Juno. And, I like Backwords. They both make you feel the same kind of way—sharp-witted, wary of conformity, and still entirely unprepared and unwilling to become impregnated. I'd recommend them both.
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