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Check Out Park Luncheonette, Reopened by Team Matchless and No Name

Last weekend, as promised, the owners of Manhattan Avenue bars Matchless and No Name reopened the Park Luncheonette off of McCarren Park. You can now stop by in the morning for espresso drinks and maybe some banana bread, or in the evening for beer, wine or cocktails at the candlelit bar (there’s also root beer on tap). The pizza menu didn’t debut this past week as hoped, but we’re told slices should be flying out of the takeout window by next week. We spoke to Nicholas Schneider, who’s heading the pizza operation, and his partner Ted Nugent of No Name and Matchless. Play the audio slideshow to check out the luncheonette’s new look and hear more about what to expect from the kitchen.

Park Luncheonette, 334 Driggs Ave., at Lorimer St., Williamsburg

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‘Rent Is Too Damn High’ Guy Has Released a Funky Little Housing Court Jam

Now that Jimmy McMillan, founder of the Rent Is Too Damn High party, has achieved even more fame as a music video star, why wouldn’t he put his eviction fight to music? The East Village resident’s new tune, “Order in the Court,” is basically a primer (Jimmy McMillan style) on landlord-tenant law, and contains theories like “the judges that sit on the bench have been appointed by the landlord’s attorney who represent the landlord.” This may be the only time a scathing indictment of Article 31, Section 3120 has been put to funk music (unless George Clinton did it?).

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Hit This Open Bar and Check Out Lit Lounge’s New Back Room

openingFlyerAfter Fuse Gallery closed behind Lit Lounge, owner Erik Foss gave us a preview glimpse into the new back room, which will now hold a pool table, games, seating, and rotating installations on the wall (unlike when the space was a gallery, the artwork won’t be for sale and will be covered over by each new artist). Now the space has a name (Fuse Room) and an opening date (Wednesday, Oct. 16). The launch party for “Rollers” (the debut installation from Ivory Serra, BÄST, and Lance De Los Reyes) looks like a blast (a BLÄST?): there’s an open vodka bar from 9 p.m. to 9:30 p.m. and DJs include Steve Lewis, Jonathan Toubin, and Prince Terrence.

For the serious part, we go over to Foss: “We at Fuse and Lit felt that making a change was the best way to ensure our place in downtown culture and keep our vision of exposing the masses to things they would probably not normally get to see in person,” he writes in the invite, “and also to continue to help artists.”

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Would You Get One of These Memorial CBGB Tattoos?

tumblr_muh5artsdU1qbr14ko1_1280Okay, so Glenn Branca thinks CBGB was “just a shithole where bands got up on stage and played,” but others think the place was pretty special. And many of those folks are likely to converge on Greenpoint today, because Three Kings Tattoo is giving away one of these memorial tattoos between 2 p.m. and 10 p.m. It’s first come, first serve, but don’t expect quite the kind of line those $13 tats got: these are going for $100 to $300.

When you’re done getting inked, head over the the B+B Newsroom to hear Rayya Elias, who played at CBGB back in the day, read from Harley Loco, her memoir about her rough-and-tumble life in the ’80s East Village, followed by Brendan Jay Sullivan reading from Rivington Was Ours and sharing his memories of running with Lady Gaga on the Lower East Side. The free reading and discussion starts at 7 p.m., at 155 Grand Street, off of Bedford Ave., in Williamsburg.

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Watch Glenn Branca Hold Forth On Bowie, Byrne, CBGB, Sonic Youth + His Own Bad Self

As excited as we were to celebrate Glenn Branca’s 65th birthday at the B+B Newsroom last week, we didn’t expect our discussion with the trailblazing composer to be as epic as, say, the time in 2001 that we were blown away by his 100-guitar symphony beneath the Twin Towers, and (more recently, in 2010) the debut of his 15th symphony at Le Poisson Rouge. How wrong we were: the master rolled into 155 Grand with a bottle of whiskey and, just like when New York spoke to him in 2004, immediately lit up a cig. We weren’t about to tell him to put it out.
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