After years of valiant resistance, SOTC has succumbed to the social-media beast: Just a quick note to say that we are available to be "liked" on Facebook and followed on Twitter at @soundofthecity. If you prefer us as individuals, fair enough: That'd be @xzachbaronx, @camilledodero, @harvilla, and for the vast army of Christopher R. Weingarten groupies out there, @1000timesyes, but you already knew that one. Thanks as always for reading/liking/following.

Listen. We put together a little thing tonight that we thought you might enjoy: The first-annual (?) Village Voice Web Awards, wherein we honor the victors of various categories (really hoping for an Awesome Tweets nod) and throw a thoroughly random-ass assemblage of folks onstage, including Todd Barry (your host), Astronomical Kid (your musical entertainment), Christopher R. Weingarten (your profanity-based entertainment), and a few cans (just a few!) of Four Loko (your inebriant). It's at Santos Party House, starting at 7 p.m. You can come, if you want: just RSVP to cdodero AT villagevoice.com. List closes at 5 p.m. C'mon, you know you want to see this in person:

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via Astronomical Kid's Facebook

Tomorrow night, the Village Voice's first annual Web Awards will take place at Santos Party House from 7 to 10pm. Comedian Todd Barry will deliver the funny, our resident hokey pokey expert Christopher R. Weingarten will spit out the condensed version of his 140 Character Conference Twitter rant, and the winner of New York's best music site will be announced. (Much love to the kind typists who voted for Sound of the City, but we can't do that.) And now we can also announce that Astronomical Kid, the Bed-Stuy high-school freshman best known for defending his mama against sketchy-dude ogling, will open the ceremony with his much-blogged "Stop Looking at My Moms." We have no idea how this happened either.

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This is not Christopher R. Weingarten, it's our host Todd Barry. Notice a pattern?

We here at the Village Voice are in the final stages of preparing for our first annual Web Awards, which takes place this Tuesday, December 7 at Santos Party House. Comedian, funnyman, all-around rad dude Todd Barry will host. An award for New York's Best Music Blog will be presented, based on your votes and the infallible expertise of SOTC's triple-threat tag-team. (Nominees announced Friday.) And it is with tremendous pleasure that I take this moment to announce that . . . our very own YIMBY/F2K10 columnist Christopher R. Weingarten (a/k/a @1000TimesYes) will be recreating Eric Harvey's 44-second edited clip of his 140 Character Conference Twitter rant, live! Yes, you can see Whiney curse like a syphilitic sailor and say things like, "Wet spitballs of non-news" and "Fucking Keyboard Cat," and "You're gonna wanna shoot yourself in the fucking face" right before your very eyes, while enjoying free Dogfish Head beer. Plus, there will be Four Loko. Yes in your backyard!

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Hank, Cupcakes, lipstick

Club-diva bass-burp duo Hank & Cupcakes have only paid New York City rents for two years, but have already experienced the first-hand (dis)pleasure of being apprehended by our local law enforcement. Detained "for putting three bumper stickers on lightpoles in Williamsburg," the Israeli-formed team testify via e-mail that this vandalism charge caused them to be held "under arrest for 37 hours"--in other words, "completely out of proportion to the crime we had committed." This ordeal led them to identify with this paper's very own "NYPD Tapes" series, Graham Rayman's five-part investigation that captured supervisors telling officers to manipulate crime statistics and make illegal arrests on audio tape. This is also why an issue of the Voice plays a supporting role in second of two videos for their grope-pop anthem, "Ain't No Love," which Hank & Cupcakes will most certainly play it at their free show tonight at Brooklyn Bowl. You might as well check it out if you're still in town. It's not like you can get Kanye West tickets or anything.

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It's not the first billboard Sean Combs has been on, nor the largest, but Diddy will still hop out of his car at a red light to pose in front of a picture of himself--twenty years in the game or no twenty years in the game. Inspirational! [@iamdiddy]

Yesterday's New York Times on the Hipster Runoff genre shirtification of indie rock: "Ten or 20 years ago it was relatively easy to define the term "indie-rock" as a handful of related styles and a collective audience slightly on the fringe of the mainstream. But by the end of the decade it has become an ever-expanding, incomprehensibly cluttered taxonomy of subgenres. So you say you like indie-rock -- well, do you mean mumblecore? Freak-folk? Ambient doom-metal? Eight-bit?" This all sounds familiar, somehow. [NYT]

Allow us to get a bit navel-gazing here for a second and say that if you ever had any interest in Fela Kuti the man or the bizarre process by which a complicated and politically volatile biography gets turned into a Broadway show marketed (at least in part) to people from Illinois who couldn't locate Nigeria on a map, please take a moment to read Rob Harvilla's feature on Fela! in this week's paper. There are many things in it you did not already know.

That right there is a photo of the newly and incongruously New Yorker-anointed rapper Freddie Gibbs at S.O.B.'s last night, holding up the magazine in which he's featured. He was then promptly kicked off the stage for smoking weed. "We have a lot to talk about," read the text message I got in the aftermath of this event. Yes we do. Rap and CMJ, will you guys ever get along? [@Fennrock]

Forgive the moderate self-aggrandizement here, but tonight, Brooklyn's own Jalopy Theatre is hosting Peter Stampfel's Critical Karaoke, wherein the badass NYC folk heavyweight invites a bunch of rock critics -- the slate will apparently include Robert Christgau, Rob Sheffield, Joe Levy, Michaelangelo Matos, Jay Ruttenberg, Julianne Shepherd, Kelvin L. Williams, Eli Smith, Jane Gilday, and, uh, Rob Harvilla -- to do ... well, let's just let Peter explain:

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